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

 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