Walkin' down the streets, you look into a dump
You look into a dump and you say
Why-why-why, why-why-why
Running down the highway as fast as you can
You throw a tin can and you say
Why-why-why, why-why-why
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why do you destroy?
And you try, and you try
To destroy
I'm knocking on your door
My knees are on the floor
I get you on the phone and you say no
Why-why-why, why-why-why
You gotta have a Porsche
You gotta have a white horse
You gotta be a California dream man
Why-why-why, why-why-why
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why do you destroy?
And you try, and you try
To destroy
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why do you destroy?
And you try, and you try
To destroy
Walkin' down the streets
You look into a dump
You look into a dump and you say
Why-why-why, why-why-why
Medieval warrior riding on his horse
Slices your head and you say why
Why-why-why, why-why-why
Medieval warrior riding on his horse
Promised you heaven, but put you through hell
Why-why-why, why-why-why
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why do you destroy?
And you try, and you try
To destroy
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why do you destroy?
And you try, and you try
To destroy
And you try, and you try
To destroy
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why do you destroy?
And you try, and you try
To destroy
And you try and you try
To destroy
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