Lyrics Paul Westerberg

Paul Westerberg

We May Be The Ones

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

Was the garage your playground

Your pool a hose

Did you piss in the alley

and get your toes caught

In the spokes of a bike with a banana seat

Did you carry a knife that was rusted shut tight

You got drunk after church at 13

We may well be the ones

To set this world on its ear

We may well be the ones

If not, then why are we here

I wanna know, I wanna know

The sweet smell of candles burnt low by young women

Alone on their own for the very first time

Under posters of rock stars that you vaguely resemble

In front of a cat a resounding "Perhaps"

Means that you'll be the next one in line

We may well be the ones

To set this world on its ear

We may well be the ones

If not then why are we here

Why the hell then are we here

I wanna know, I wanna know

You may well be the next one

Someone sell me a handgun

Goodbye Ma, I'm done for

It's the law, tell me what for

I wanna know, I wanna know

Smoke cigerette butts

from your brother's green helmet

He wore in that war once

where everyone lost

And they taught him to pour coffee and napalm

And traded his storm for an intense calm

That just won't let him be

We may well be the ones

To set this world on its ear

We may well get it done

Why the hell else are we here

We may well be the ones

To set this world on its ear

We may well be the ones

If not then why are we here

If not then why are we here

We may well be the ones