Letras:
Mighty Mighty Bosstones Question The Answers

I'm empty of answers. Don't nobody search me. The long neck's a twist-off. You don't need a church key. I'm still full of questions, But can't quite see

Don't mind when it happens. No problem when I am saying it. But when I lose my mind, kick my behind, 'Cause I hate when my mind keeps replaying it. I

You're off base. Out of line and in my face. Brace yourself, I'm coming through. And before you know what's hit you, You'll have heard my point of view

No time now for losing tempers Or filling up with rage or anger Flying off the handle could be detrimental Calmer hands are called for here A breath

Well you insisted, the day you walked away, That we shared nothing, but I've got somethin' I'd still like to say. You're not here to listen and we were

Queensbury Number Eight. Hell Hotel punk rock estate. Way way back in the day. One hundred years it seems that way. Just across from Wayne's Junk Store

OK here we go, yo yo yo... Take one, Chocolate Pudding. Chocolate pudding, it comes in a cup. Chocolate pudding, it's only a buck. It'll only cost you