Oh look this boy he doesn't look over fifteen   He's got a gun bigger than himself even stonger than his reality   He's got a school of hate, revenge and authority   oh what a mad world that is such a wasting souls policy      Aha aha where' my happy nation    aha aha asking my generation    we're digging our own graves, in our gardens we pant hate and race   we talk about love and honesty, tomorrow my best friend can be my worst enemy      Oh look this girl she doesn't look over fifteen   she's got her make up on her face colorfull more than her reality   she's got a schoool of pain, sadness and powerty   oh what a mad world that is such a wasting souls policy      Aha aha where' my happy nation    aha aha asking my generation    we're digging our own graves, in our gardens we pant hate and race   we talk about love and honesty, tomorrow my best friend can be my worst enemy      Oh what's wrong with us, we'got no chance, this paranoia is our weakness   i just wanna play please show me the way to live in my happy nation