Our children are all doomed
No more room in this crowded tomb
And the earth is ruined
The children inherit the wasteland soon

With a mind full of fear
The end is always near
And now they're on their own
With a wasteland to call home

Our children are all doomed
No more room, crowded tomb

With a mind full of fear
The end is always near
And now they're on their own
With a wasteland to call home

They're living with a mind full of fear
They're living with a mind full of fear
They're living with a mind full of fear
The end is always near

With a mind full of fear
The end is always near
And now they're on their own
With a wasteland to call home

They're living with a mind full of fear
They're living with a mind full of fear
They're living with a mind full of fear
The end is always near