Angel Carver Blues

When they fall in they fall in from the roof
They grab on to me tightly as if I knew the way
When I fight for something I fight because I care
When I fight with you I fight but I don't care

Everybody wants the questions to be asked
The questions are the answers to questions in themselves
Ask me if I really need it
Ask me if you want to get hit
Hit it

Ask me if you want to be...fucked