Youthanasia

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 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 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 forsaken you and me

We are the damned of all the world

With sadness 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 sadness 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 sadness in our hearts

The wounded of the wars

We run for youthanasia