Lyrics to Youth Of America
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)
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)
Songwriters: JOSEPH AMICANGELO
Publisher: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
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Publisher: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
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