Candies, drugs, toys and guns The contrast could not be more sad See the future fall into their small hands Fill your eyes with tears and scars
What they can do if they decide her own way? Who should care only notes of a better place What they can do if they decide her own way? Not is your fault Not is your fault
Maybe some day our kids will kill us For a piece of bread or a new toy The education comes from computers And we have no voice
Some cry for hunger, others for being fat Some cry for hunger, others for being fat
