Youthanasia

Who'd believe with the way things are here

We'd be going anywhere telling people how to live?

Who's believe we'd spend more shippin' drugs and guns

Than to educate our sons? Sorry but that's what they did

I can't help but think,

Someone's forsaken you and me

Luck deserted me and the truth beat out my brains

Men rise on stepping stones of their selves to higher things

I've stepped over many bodies on my way

Thanks for the information don't need no more anything

We are the damned of all the world with sadness in our hearts

The wounded of the wars, we've been hung out to dry

You didn't want us anyway and now we're making up our minds

You tell us how to run our lives, we run for Youthanasia