Question - Goldfinger

You got some question about your life

You don’t know how you’ll ever make it through

It hurts so bad but it’s all you got

You’re asking me for help

But all I got to say now is that

You don’t know what pain is

You haven’t suffered one iota

So just stop your whining

You don’t know what pain is

Stop complaining point your finger

I’ll tell you who to blame

So pack your bags

We’re going out

I want to show you

Just what’s in this world

Cause in the end its all you got

Memories to tell about your life

And how you lived it

So live it good

I know it’s all that you’ve given

You don’t know what pain is

You haven’t suffered one iota

So just stop your whining

You don’t know what pain is

Stop complaining

Point your finger

I’ll tell you who to blame

Blame

Blame

Blame

You got some question about your life

And you don’t know how you’ll ever make it through

It hurts so bad but it’s all you go

Yea

You’re asking me for help

But all i got to say is FUCK YOU

So live it good

I know it’s all that you’ve given

You don’t know what pain is

You haven’t suffered one iota

So just stop your whining

You don’t know what pain is

Stop complaining

Point your finger

I’ll tell you who to blame

You don’t know what pain is

You haven’t suffered one iota

So just fuck you whining

You don’t know what pain is

Stop complaining

Point your finger

I’ll tell you who to blame