Why does it have to be this way

Why do I have to cry

Every time I think we're ahead

Every thing starts to fall behind



After all this work we've done

We're still not anywhere

All we want is to rock your world

But hard work won't get us there



Don't you think that we could be

The next Grammy winners on MTV



We have two singers

that's two for all the girls and boys

but I guess were still outnumbered

if you count the Backstreet Boys

The hecklers always throw things at me

That is a source of dread

It's hard to sing

When a can of bud bounces of your head