You have a lot of questions 
 You really don't know why you are here 
 You're born your fed, go to school 
 Grow a beard and you're so cool 
 Fell in love, move from home 
 You broke up, and you're still not satisfied 
 You are free, but you're not 
 Could the problem be yourself, 
 We don't say that, do we? 
    And one day you will marry, 
 have a wife, and a kid and a car 
 Watch TV, have a beer, growing fat, 
 be dumb and ask your star 
 What is life what is not 
 Who are you, still don't know 
 And inside sometimes it hurts 
 But the problem is in you, not 
 somewhere else   
 What a joy what a pleasure 
 Live a life without even half a clue 
 What you try to hold on to 
 You will loose it in the end, 
 don't you know 
 Did you ever think of Jesus? 
 For Gods sake He's worth the chance 
 Did you ever look for Jesus? 
 Did you asked for Him?   
 Na... na...