Is it so hard to understand?
That there's still life that moves and bends
Out there that's not you
That's not you.
With a brain that sits inside it's skull
With nothin more than two small holes
To hear through
And watch the world
The truth is that's all I got, too
And the rest of the world,
But somehow you
Are the only one with the natural skill
To take advantage (to socially kill)
But never feel (never feel)
As you steal to build
That is not why we call our friends
On the weekends!
That is not why we call our friends
On the weekends!
There are millions of lives left spent and broken.
Let's find the pieces and help them mend.
Don't choke them.
Well let me guess,
Your father beats you red?
And well your mother,
She is dead?
You know I'm sorry.
Well, I really am.
But now you've gotta learn to love and give,
Before you end up like your father did,
Just angry,
And full of sin.
Well the truth is I've been raised to well,
And now honestly I've never felt,
The slightest dose of domestic fear
But just break the cycle,
Don't be psycho
Learn to feel
That is not why we call our friends
On the weekends!
That is not why we call our friends
On the weekends!
There are millions of lives left spent and broken.
Let's find the pieces and help them mend.
Don't choke them.
All of your life you were the one no, oh, oh one would
Come to for advice, oh, oh, oh.
All your life you were the one, oh, oh, oh. No, oh, oh.
All of your life you were the one no, oh, oh one would
Come to for advice, oh, oh, oh.
All your life you were the one, oh, oh, oh. No, oh, oh.
That is not why we call our friends on the weekends!
That is not why we call our friends on the weekends!
That is not why we call our friends on the weekends!
There are millions of lives left spent and broken.
Let's find the pieces and help them mend.
Don't choke them.