| Song | WM3 |
| Artist | Dikta |
| Album | Hunting for Happiness |
| How would you feel, looking at those faces, | |
| Knowing they control your future? | |
| How would you feel, staring into those eyes, | |
| If you were only eighteen years of age? | |
| There has always been ignorance and blindness | |
| But not among those perfect peers, right? | |
| There has always been prejudice and hatred | |
| So tell me how you find these twelve right ones | |
| Tell me, little boy | |
| Why’s your hair so black? | |
| Why do you listen to music | |
| That sounds like that? | |
| So tell me, little boy | |
| What’s that book in your hand? | |
| Who have you talked to lately | |
| And what did you say? | |
| He’s the devil | |
| Crazy enough to kill | |
| Or so they say | |
| Have you ever killed a fly? | |
| Laughed when someone fell? | |
| Made an obscene comment | |
| When you saw someone cry? | |
| So tell me, little boy | |
| Do you think it’s the truth i’m after? | |
| I don’t care if you did it | |
| Someone has to pay |
| How would you feel, looking at those faces, | |
| Knowing they control your future? | |
| How would you feel, staring into those eyes, | |
| If you were only eighteen years of age? | |
| There has always been ignorance and blindness | |
| But not among those perfect peers, right? | |
| There has always been prejudice and hatred | |
| So tell me how you find these twelve right ones | |
| Tell me, little boy | |
| Why' s your hair so black? | |
| Why do you listen to music | |
| That sounds like that? | |
| So tell me, little boy | |
| What' s that book in your hand? | |
| Who have you talked to lately | |
| And what did you say? | |
| He' s the devil | |
| Crazy enough to kill | |
| Or so they say | |
| Have you ever killed a fly? | |
| Laughed when someone fell? | |
| Made an obscene comment | |
| When you saw someone cry? | |
| So tell me, little boy | |
| Do you think it' s the truth i' m after? | |
| I don' t care if you did it | |
| Someone has to pay |