"Question" lyrics
"Question"
You got some question about your life
You don't know how you'll ever make it through
It hurts so bad but it's all you got
You're asking me for help
But all I got to say now is that
You don't know what pain is
You haven't suffered one iota
So just stop your whining
You don't know what pain is
Stop complaining
Point your finger
I'll tell you who to blame
So pack your bags
We're going out
I wanna show you
Just what's in this world
'Cause in the end it's all you got
Memories to tell about your life
And how you lived it
So live it good
I know it's all that you've given
You don't know what pain is
You haven't suffered one iota
So just stop your whining
You don't know what pain is
Stop complaining
Point your finger
I'll tell you who to blame
Blame
Blame
Blame
You got some question about your life
And you don't know how you'll ever make it through
It hurts so bad but it's all you got
You're asking me for help
But all I got to say is fuck you
So live it good
I know it's all that you've given
You don't know what pain is
You haven't suffered one iota
So just stop your whining
You don't know what pain is
Stop complaining
Point your finger
I'll tell you who to blame
You don't know what pain is
You haven't suffered one iota
So just fuck your whining
You don't know what pain is
Stop complaining
Point your finger
I'll tell you who to blame
Writer(s): John William Feldmann
- AZLyrics
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- Goldfinger Lyrics
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