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
Say a prayer for the youth of America
Say a prayer for the youth of America
Say a prayer for the youth of America.
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He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car? He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand

-Organ solo-

You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand
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He's a syndicated man.
With a cybernetic life.
With an infoponic soul.
With his crucifying kind.
In this artificial world,
It's an artificial world.
Tell me How can I believe when I believe?
Can I believe when I believe?

Why can't I believe...
Why can't I believe...
Why can't I believe in you?
I'm an artificial girl.
Singing overpolished songs.
In my stimulated voice.
Weeping artificial tears.
In my artificial world,
It's an artificial world.

Tell me How can I believe with love not here?
Can I survive when love's not here?
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Birds fly in the eye of a painter's daughter
Spoken at the bitter end
Wasted sacrifice for the unabomber
Night time, sends us on our way
We are we are we are we're just chilren
Finding our way around in decision
We are we are all but helpless
Take this forever,
Whisper to a scream

We are we are we're just children
Finding our way around in decision
We are we are we are all but helpless
Take this forever,
Whisper to a scream.
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