We May Be the Ones Songtext
von Paul Westerberg

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?
& 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 responding "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 cigarette 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