No, these streets don't feel like love
They're not hungry or wild enough
It's a dead-end town for trash like us
But I've got a full tank and a couple bucks
I mean I never got nothing and I never want much
But man, we've gotta get out
No these streets ain't got no guts
They're like sad sex with clumsy tongues
It's a battlefield for restless punks
And the cops are jocks and all that junk
We just wanna read our books, stereos up
But man, we've gotta get out
There's a light on those filthy streets
Where the throwaways get weird and free
Are you in with me? Does it cut you enough?
There's a time to bleed, and a time just to f*cking run
Beach Slang - Throwaways Lyrics
Beach Slang - Throwaways Lyrics
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No, these streets don't feel like love
They're not hungry or wild enough
It's a dead-end town for trash like us
But I've got a full tank and a couple bucks
I mean I never got nothing and I never want much
But man, we've gotta get out
No these streets ain't got no guts
They're like sad sex with clumsy tongues
It's a battlefield for restless punks
And the cops are jocks and all that junk
We just wanna read our books, stereos up
But man, we've gotta get out
There's a light on those filthy streets
Where the throwaways get weird and free
Are you in with me? Does it cut you enough?
There's a time to bleed, and a time just to f*cking run
They're not hungry or wild enough
It's a dead-end town for trash like us
But I've got a full tank and a couple bucks
I mean I never got nothing and I never want much
But man, we've gotta get out
No these streets ain't got no guts
They're like sad sex with clumsy tongues
It's a battlefield for restless punks
And the cops are jocks and all that junk
We just wanna read our books, stereos up
But man, we've gotta get out
There's a light on those filthy streets
Where the throwaways get weird and free
Are you in with me? Does it cut you enough?
There's a time to bleed, and a time just to f*cking run
Writer: JAMES SNYDER
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing