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 --

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