Youth Of America Songtext

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.

[musical interlude]

You're all dead. You're all dead... Wasted.

Say a prayer for the youth of America... (x4)

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