Track byThe Tonhalle Orchestra, Zurich
Stare into space That ain't the place you've got the eyes to se me Reach for the sky I'm not that high You've got the hands to feel me Now is the time To lay down the line Drifting around for money You're in the wrong race A waste of space Things that you do still turn to me Why don't you do it (do it to me) Why don't you do it (do it to me) Why don't you do it to me You take all you leave Don't have to believe You poison the air I'm breathing You sned me up And bring me down You're treating me like a plaything I've had enough So I'm calling you bluff What are you-ac or dc? If that's what you are Ther's a stool at the bar I'll drink up my wine and come with you Why don't you do it( do it to me) Why don't you do it ( do it to me) Why don't you do it to me Why don't you do it( do it to me) Why don't you do it ( do it to me) Why don't you do it to me Why don't you do it( do it to me) Why don't you do it ( do it to me) Why don't you do it to me