We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

Bang and blare these sweaty prayers. Feed your skull. We're accidents, whores and wrecks. You're not alone. We are fucked up I know on this junk we've been told. Punk or lust? This machine, let it bleed. Let it explode. They kicked our teeth, called us freaks, you're not alone. We are fucked up I know on this junk we've been told. Punk or lust? They don't know the power of amplifiers or the gutter is where we feel alive. They don't know the only thing left's to write in this heaven of the angry, young and wild.

credits

from Who Would Ever Want Anything So Broken?, track released April 1, 2014

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Beach Slang Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Guitar, bass and drums. Played loudly.

contact / help

Contact Beach Slang

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Beach Slang, you may also like: