Since You Were Born You Watched TV

Cartoons With Violence And Greed

In Your World All That Was OK

Your Parents Never Taught You Right

From Wrong, Brother Taught You To Fight

It's Time To Show Them What You've Got

Time To Show Them What You've Got

An Attitude, A Fancy Car

Your Buddies Got Your Back

Your Parents' House Compared To Yours

Looks Something Like A Shack

In Your Thirty Seven Guns

The Bullets Painted Red

A Simple Stare Is All It Takes

To Fill 'em Up With Lead But

Why, Are You Acting Like You're Someone Else?

Why, Can't You Stop Thinking About Yourself

Last Friday Night You Went Driving

A Stolen Car And Golden Rings

It Was Something You Just Had To Do

Your Little Friends The Cops Caught You

You're Sentenced For A Long Time

Now Tell Me What You're Gonna Do

In A World Where No One Cares

Labels I Don't Want To Wear

I Had A Dream That I Could Once Walk

Safely In The Streets

You Had To Take It Away From Me