He wanted innocence
He couldn't get a life
Dungeons of teenage mind
Or just another day in paradise?
Old flames that never went out
Just another reason to spit about
Nothing ever seems to come his way
You call it national pride
I call it genocide
So what'll they get for the hate and crime?
They won't get nothing because our minds are blind
Not concerned about the truth today
Eight hundred dead young ones keep the pensioners praying
What ever happened to the young idea?
Now he's filling his mind with the things that he wants
They're not the things that he loves
Or the things he needs
Now my conscious is tied to the shackles of my pride
I thought I heard a sound
From this demented town
One day we'll burn it down
Into the fucking ground
Give me some innocence
I'll never get a life
Tell me I'm making sense
Don't wanna go to heaven
I'll go to hell instead
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