Hard times, is what we're in

and it ain't getting any easier my friends 

friends, search for the easy way out 

and they don't care how it comes about 

youth, they just wanna get paid 

they don't wanna end up working like slaves 

slavin', for nickels and dimes 

so they turn to the quick money of crime



Morals are gone, no respect for human life 

but what was it that you'd expect 

take a look around at this world we live in

tell me you wouldn't grow up cold and callous 

prejudice, is one of their tools 

and we fell for it like a pack of fools

fools, is what we are 

we follow their plans to the letter so far

each other, at the other's throat 

they sit back, to them it's all a joke 

joke, but now the joke is on them 

they can't deal with this generation so violent



We stand accused of the crimes 

the crimes that take place 

they point the finger 

but they're the ones that set the pace

they beat you down, to try to keep you in your place

they were the ones, they were the ones 

they were the ones that taught me to hate