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
We are the untutored youth and here's the proof. Don't wanna know anything we don't and it's the truth We are the untutored youth And they lost out. If
If there was a time and place Where I never thought I'd leave my own hometown But those days finally are dead and gone It was never my intention to stay
Oh! My crushing soul Through my ebony tears Falling on the fading Flowers of my youth Voices from the dark ruins Of cirith ungol Kutulu beckons me From
Ich mochte Teil einer Jugendbewegung sein Ich mochte Teil einer Jugendbewegung sein Ich mocht mich auf euch verlassen konnen Ich mocht mich auf euch verlassen
[Originally by Billy Bragg] Help save the youth of America Help save them from themselves Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys And the Californian
Sundown finds him out of town on the overpass His inner self glued to his .22 Dirty metal in the speed of night, lights and broken glass My heart can
Bestiality commited By their Mother Pillaged, Raped By their father Born and Raised for Sexuality Incest within - is Reality A Son Not Wanted to carry
Gather round with you I hope it'll be here although it doesn't dare to come near I'll wait Every hour I get a little closer and just as I shall touch
The young night was thirsty as I entered the back of the bar The smoke held the air, as the floating tables were scarred, In back of the counter the man
I can feel you now Deep inside of me I was blind but now All the pain, I see We don't like our homes It's nothin' but a joke We won't do what we're told
In the days of my youth, I will remember my God.Enjoy your life while you are still young.But remember God will judge you for what you have done.Not long
Who is that chick in the burgundy tight shirt? I never seen her before. So I'll walk on up and I'll talk to her. "I got a boyfriend." she says, he looks
Du und ich wir treiben ohne ziel durch zeit und raum dein gewissen schwarzt die nacht, es ist wie in einem traum was gestern war sind momente der vergangenheit
[Lyrics: Dave, Rick...91 Music: Rick...91] Bestiality commited By their Mother Pillaged, Raped By their father Born and Raised for Sexuality Incest within
Walking alone in my town with headphones on wishing that I was home alone with you. A week of hard labor is done and all I want to do is sit at home
Youth of america Is living in the jungle Fighting for survival with the wrong place to go Youth of america There's pressure all around The walls are coming
Verse Guess your wondering what's going on All this turmoil and strife all around you You're wondering where God is (oh my) How could he let these things
