Candies, drugs, toys and guns The contrast could not be more sad See the future fall into their small hands Fill your eyes with tears and scars What they can do if they decide her own way? Who should care only notes of a better place What they can do if they decide her own way? Not is your fault Not is your fault Maybe some day our kids will kill us For a piece of bread or a new toy The education comes from computers And we have no voice Some cry for hunger, others for being fat Some cry for hunger, others for being fat