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