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Oh look this boy he doesn't look over fifteen He's got a gun bigger than himself even stonger than his reality He's got a school of hate, revenge and authority oh what a mad world that is such a wasting souls policy Aha aha where' my happy nation aha aha asking my generation we're digging our own graves, in our gardens we pant hate and race we talk about love and honesty, tomorrow my best friend can be my worst enemy Oh look this girl she doesn't look over fifteen she's got her make up on her face colorfull more than her reality she's got a schoool of pain, sadness and powerty oh what a mad world that is such a wasting souls policy Aha aha where' my happy nation aha aha asking my generation we're digging our own graves, in our gardens we pant hate and race we talk about love and honesty, tomorrow my best friend can be my worst enemy Oh what's wrong with us, we'got no chance, this paranoia is our weakness i just wanna play please show me the way to live in my happy nation From Letras Mania