Lyric Rape Of The Young

Hey Mister Exxon
Won t you have pity
Won t you have pity on the guiltless ones
Hey Mister Chrysler
Won t you think about it
Won t you think about it? Judgment Day has begun
What will become of tomorrow s children
Who gives a damn for tomorrow s children
Pay no mind, you just keep on takin
Keep on takin til there s nothing at all
Sit on your hands and don t say nothin
Cover your eyes, you won t see nothin

Cry for the innocent sent to war
(Don t tell a soul)
Shed a tear for the one s waiting at the door
(They ll never know)
It s the last generation of a world gone blind
(You better watch your tongue)
It s the violation of the unborn child
It s the rape of the young

Hey Mister General
Can t you find something
Can t you find something else to do for a buck
Hey Mister President
Nobody listens
Nobody listens til we ve run out of luck
Nobody cares for unborn troubles
Why should you care, it s too much trouble
You got yours so it just don t bug ya
It just don t bug ya cause you won t be around