Beach Slang
throwaways
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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
- Album:
- A Loud Bash Of Teenage Feelings
- Broken Thrills
- The Things We Do To Find People Who Feel Like Us
- Here, I Made This For You
- Polyvinyl Plays Polyvinyl
- Atom Bomb
- Young & Alive
- Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas
- Big Scary Monsters 2015 Sampler (Class of 2015)
- Big Scary Monsters (Sampler)
- Strength In Weakness
- Who Would Ever Want Anything So Broken?
- Here, I Made This for You (Beach Slang Mixtape, Vol. 1)
- Punks In A Disco Bar
- 2016 Sampler
- We Were Babies & We Were Dirtbags
- We Were Babies & We Were Dirtbags (Quiet Slang)
- Everything Matters But No One Is Listening (Quiet Slang)
- Everything Matters But No One Is Listening
- Thirteen (Quiet Slang)