Explain - Papas Fritas

I don’t want to die

Blinded by their eyes

And I don’t want to be here

Right now, I don’t explain

Right now, explain

Where you going?

Asking me the questions

And they don’t have a clue

But I bought them lots of pencils

To write the times

You lose

I thought of something

I might say but

Try talking to someone

When that someone shares your name

I won’t drag you down

I know, it’s only rock and roll