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