A Question of Trust
Who'd believe with the way things are her
We'd be going anywhere telling peopl
How to live
Who'd believe we'd spend mor
Shippin' drugs and gun
Than to educate our sons? Sorry bu
That's what they di
I can't help but think
Someone's forsaken you and m
Luck deserted me and the trut
Beat out my brain
Men rise on stepping stones of thei
Selves to higher thing
I've stepped over lots of bodies on my wa
Thanks for the information don't need n
More anythin
We are the damned of all the worl
With sadness in our heart
The wounded of the war
We've been hung out to dr
You didn't want us anywa
And now we're making up our mind
You tell us how to run our live
We run for youthanasia