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

You're all dead, you're all dead Wasted
Say a prayer for the youth of America

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Writer(s): JOSEPH AMICANGELO