Young angry dangerous they carry a gun.
For whatever reason, they think it's fun?
Once the bullet 's fired and gone they don't know what they've done.
But after enough killing their conscience is gone (conscience is gone).

So when their minds are cleared the killing goes on.
They think themselves heroes, their fear is gone.
The cancer of society, the agonising pain.
But have you ever wondered who's to blame (who's to blame).

Niggar boy or poor white trash it's all the same to me,
The upper class they hide away and still they cannot see,
it's not only (the) poor to blame for this misery.

Blame it on the government or society.
It's lack of moral sense if you're asking me.
The greed and selfish way of life, (now) that?s a crying shame.
But we've only got ourselves to blame. (ourselves to blame)