(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Who'd believe with the way
Things are here
We'd be going anywhere
Telling people how to live?
Who's 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 many 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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