Say a prayer for the youth of America God bless the youth of America
And I can't stand this anymore All the dead kids lying on your door and you don't hear a word they're telling ya
You're all dead x2
You've been wasted
Don't believe a thing they're selling ya Gotta carrot on a stick in front of ya Taking back from the halocaust You know we can't even use it now And it was yours In the first place anyway