Who´d believe with the way things are here
We´d be going anywhere telling people
How to live?
Who´d 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 lots of 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