Throwaways letra

No, these streets don't feel like home
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 wanted much
But man, we 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 trapped in all their junk
We just wanna read our books, turn our stereos up
And man, we 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 fucking run

Beach Slang - Letras

• All Fuzzed Out
• American Girls And French Kisses
• Anything, Anything
• Art Damage
• Atom Bomb
• Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas
• Dirty Cigarettes
• Filthy Luck
• Future Mixtapes For The Art Kids
• Get Lost
• Hard Luck Kid
• Hot Tramps
• I Break Guitars
• Kids
• Noisy Heaven
• Porno Love
• Punk or Lust
• Punks In a Disco Bar
• Ride The Wild Haze
• Spin The Dial
• The Perfect High
• Throwaways
• Too Late To Die Young
• Too Much Kissing
• Warpaint
• Wasted Daze Of Youth
• We Are Nothing
• Young & Alive
• Young Hearts