What is the point of suffering? What is the purpose of joy? Is it true that the winner dies With the most toys? A lifetime spent for a dollar A lifetime twisting in pain A lifetime gone in an hour A lifetime playing the game I see the starving Africans on TVI feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to Live-AidI’ve aided my guilty conscience to go away Now go away Now go away Now go away Go awayI don’t want anybody to touch me I think everybody has AIDSWhat’s the point in caring for you? You’re gonna die anyway A lifetime searching for something A lifetime going insane A lifetime running from nothing A life looking for someone to blame I see the starving Africans on TVI feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to Live-AidI’ve aided my guilty conscience to go away Now go away Now go away Now go away Go awayI see the starving Africans on TVI feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to Live-AidAnd paid my guilty conscience to go away I see the starving Africans on TVI feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to Live-AidAnd paid my guilty conscience, now go away Now go away Now go away Now go away Go away, go away
What is the point of suffering? What is the purpose of joy? Is it true that the winner dies With the most toys? A lifetime spent for a dollar A lifetime twisting in pain A lifetime gone in an hour A lifetime playing the game I see the starving Africans on TVI feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to Live-AidI’ve aided my guilty conscience to go away Now go away Now go away Now go away Go awayI don’t want anybody to touch me I think everybody has AIDSWhat’s the point in caring for you? You’re gonna die anyway A lifetime searching for something A lifetime going insane A lifetime running from nothing A life looking for someone to blame I see the starving Africans on TVI feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to Live-AidI’ve aided my guilty conscience to go away Now go away Now go away Now go away Go awayI see the starving Africans on TVI feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to Live-AidAnd paid my guilty conscience to go away I see the starving Africans on TVI feel it has nothing to do with me I sent my twenty dollars to Live-AidAnd paid my guilty conscience, now go away Now go away Now go away Now go away Go away, go away
