| 歌曲 | Rape Of The Young |
| 歌手 | Utopia |
| 专辑 | Oops! Wrong Planet |
| 作词 : Rundgren | |
| Hey mister exxon | |
| Won't you have pity | |
| Won't you have pity on the guiltless ones | |
| Hey mister chrysler | |
| Won't you think about it | |
| Won't you think about it? judgment day has begun | |
| What will become of tomorrow's children | |
| Who gives a damn for tomorrow's children | |
| Pay no mind, you just keep on takin' | |
| Keep on takin' 'til there's nothing at all | |
| Sit on your hands and don't say nothin' | |
| Cover your eyes, you won't see nothin' | |
| Cry for the innocent sent to war | |
| (don't tell a soul) | |
| Shed a tear for the one's waiting at the door | |
| (they'll never know) | |
| It's the last generation of a world gone blind | |
| (you better watch your tongue) | |
| It's the violation of the unborn child | |
| It's the rape of the young | |
| Hey mister general | |
| Can't you find something | |
| Can't you find something else to do for a buck | |
| Hey mister president | |
| Nobody listens | |
| Nobody listens 'til we've run out of luck | |
| Nobody cares for unborn troubles | |
| Why should you care, it's too much trouble | |
| You got yours so it just don't bug ya | |
| It just don't bug ya 'cause you won't be around |
| zuò cí : Rundgren | |
| Hey mister exxon | |
| Won' t you have pity | |
| Won' t you have pity on the guiltless ones | |
| Hey mister chrysler | |
| Won' t you think about it | |
| Won' t you think about it? judgment day has begun | |
| What will become of tomorrow' s children | |
| Who gives a damn for tomorrow' s children | |
| Pay no mind, you just keep on takin' | |
| Keep on takin' ' til there' s nothing at all | |
| Sit on your hands and don' t say nothin' | |
| Cover your eyes, you won' t see nothin' | |
| Cry for the innocent sent to war | |
| don' t tell a soul | |
| Shed a tear for the one' s waiting at the door | |
| they' ll never know | |
| It' s the last generation of a world gone blind | |
| you better watch your tongue | |
| It' s the violation of the unborn child | |
| It' s the rape of the young | |
| Hey mister general | |
| Can' t you find something | |
| Can' t you find something else to do for a buck | |
| Hey mister president | |
| Nobody listens | |
| Nobody listens ' til we' ve run out of luck | |
| Nobody cares for unborn troubles | |
| Why should you care, it' s too much trouble | |
| You got yours so it just don' t bug ya | |
| It just don' t bug ya ' cause you won' t be around |