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 '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
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"Rape of the Young" as written by Todd Rundgren
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