Muzyka i słowa - Mustaine, Friedman, Ellefson, Menza

Who'd believe with the
Way things are here
We'd be going anywhere
Telling people how to live?
Who'd believe we'd spend more
Shipping drugs and guns
Than to educate our sons?
Sorry, but that's what they did

I can't help but think,
I can't help but think,
I can't help but think
Someone's foresaken 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 over lots of
Bodies on my way
Thanks for the information
Don't need no more anything

I can't help but think,
I can't help but think,
I can't help but think
Someone's foresaken you and me

We are the damned of all the world
With saddness in our hearts
The wounded of the wars
We've been hung out to dry
You didn't want us anyway
And now we're making up our minds
You tell us how to run our lives
We run for youthanasia

Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Friedman

We are the damned of all the world
With saddness in our hearts
The wounded of the wars
We've been hung out to dry
You didn't want us anyway
And now we're making up our minds
You tell us how to run our lives
We run for youthanasia

We are the damned of all the world
With saddness in our hearts
The wounded of the wars
We run for youthanasia