Say a prayer for the youth of America. God bless the youth America. I can't stand their sight anymore, All the dead kids lying on your door, And you don't hear a word they're tellin ya.
You're all dead. You're all dead... You've been wasted.
Don't believe a thing they're selling ya. They got a carrot on a stick in front of ya. Take it back from a hurting child, You know they can't even use it now, And it was yours in the first place anyway.
You're all dead. You're all dead... You've been wasted.
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You're all dead. You're all dead... Wasted.
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