Bob Clausen - W.A.Y. Lyrics

Monsters, murderers, hunters, perjurers
Gunners and torturers, runners and hurdlers
Jumpers and nurturers, workers and worshippers
Suckers and purchasers, lovers and burglars

Fathers and motherless children with daughters
Brothers with sisters who are looking for misters
That don't want to listen and get themselves hit with
The mirror of wisdom when life gets a lil sick

And tired of hinting the right path to head in
Sinners, beginners, the failures and winners
Rebels the vultures and devils, indulgers
Angels and Rainmen and simple mundane men

Underrated, overrated
Conjugated, separated
Bunches and the single babies
Buried and forgotten babies
Barren and some fertile ladies
Married and some single ladies
Daddy's that were there for babies
Also, guys that ran away

A plethora of characters
Surroundings, circumstances
Downwards and upwards spirals
We encounter these stories were founded
By people that surround us
Interpreters and howlers
Conmen astounded
People that are doubted
But seen some shit around them

Now who are you around, man
The people we hang out with
Determine who we'll be
So pick your cast and count them
Somehow you will end up as a product of your count, damn

Who are you
Who are you
Who are you
Who are you

Who do you wanna become
Will you discover yourself or be numb, huh?
Trouble will anyways come but
Will you be someone you're not
Follow the masses and fit in the box
Do what you want but won't listen to others
Cause you are so stubborn, you live in a rut
Maybe your fears make you immobilized
I'm not a doctor I just share my thoughts
Maybe you hate yourself for what you're not
I am just saying, just take a lil time
Look at yourself and just figure it out

Maybe you're scared to make faults it's alright
You can fail for the millionth time
Life will not judge you based on your house
Your looks your or car or bank account
Life is a mirror, gives back what you give
Maybe once look at the ideas you live
The looks you hand out and the words you give
Ain't that the essence of every religion
Tell me the last time that you were forgiving
Do you have problems, or are you just bitchin?

These are some questions that you could consider
I find it's easy to live in rhythm
Are you aware of the song you are living?
This is a universe we are dependent
On anything, anyone that's living in it
The building is burning and you're on the seventh
Floor and the people downstairs on the second
Are screaming for help will you tell them: forget it?
Wait for the flames to spread and end them
This is the case its time for action