What makes our kids
The way they are
Directionless
They won’t go far
They’re growing up
Without their moms
They’re scared to death
About the bombs
They have no idea
Just what to do
To make men see
More bombs won’t do
Why go to school
Why learn a trade
And so to drugs
Our youth have strayed
There’s no tomorrow
Live for today
Let’s go get high
Let’s go get laid
No need to feel
Or even care
We cry for help
But no one is there
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