The Queers
Why Is It Always This Way?
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Last time I saw her alive
She was waving, waving, waving bye-bye
She was contemplating suicide
Now she's lying in a bottle of formaldehyde
And oh, I just don't know
Why I can't let her go
Oh, I just don't know
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Last time I saw her alive
She was going to the wash and dry
She was outside, outside hitching a ride
Now she's lying in a bottle of formaldehyde
And oh, I just don't know
Why I can't let her go
Oh, I just don't know
Hеy, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Hey, hеy, hey
Why is it always this way?
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Hey, hey, hey...