In this faltering nation the future belongs To the children in school, there's something wrong 6th grader on crack, handgun overflowing in his hand Now he's just further demand
We search for the source and still that child is left watching inhumanity, bloodshed As the televiolence feeds his head
Only if he knew the consequence of greed A conscious state of mind, TV is not reality
Never a victim, the role model said Bang bang, the bad guy is dead Always a rockstar on empty TV A lesson complete, now the child has needs
Of competition, they bleed Oh beautiful for bills of green Never mind spacious skies overhead Bleed the earth and butter your bread
Only if he knew the consequence of greed A conscious state of mind, what he sees is not reality