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.
I can't help but think,
Someone's forsaken you and me.
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.
We are the damned of all the world
With sadness in our hearts.
The wounded of the wars
We run for youthanasia.