Who'd believe with the way things are here
We'd be going anywhere telling people
how to live?
Who'd belive 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 foresaken 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 lots of bodies on my way
Thanks for the information don't need no
More anything

We are the d___ed of all the world
With saddness 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

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