Whod believe with the way things are here
Wed be going anywhere telling people
How to live?
Whod believe wed spend more
Shippin drugs and guns
Than to educate our sons? Sorry but
Thats what they did
I can not help but think,
Someones 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 have stepped over lots of bodies on my way
Thanks for the information dont need no
More anything
We are the damned of all the world
With sadness in our hearts
The wounded of the wars
Weve been hung out to dry
You didnt want us anyway
And now were making up our minds
You tell us how to run our lives
We run for youthanasia