(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 aver lots of 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
