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Play it loud. Play it fast. Play me something that will always last. Play it tough. Play it quiet. Play me something that might save my life. We’re not lost. We are dying in style. We’re not fucked. We are fucking alive. I hope I never die. Stick your heart on your sleeve. If it breaks, stitch it on to me. Bash it back into shape. You might be cracked, but I won’t let you break. We’re not lost. We are dying in style. We’re not fucked. We are fucking alive. I hope you never die. A generation waits to bleed. For broken kids no one needs there is heaven in these streets. I’m with you. Are you with me? We’re not lost. We are dying in style. We’re not fucked. We are fucking alive.
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Atom Bomb
01:59
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My heart is set on ‘77, wild nights and porno mouths. I won’t die so I don’t need heaven. I’m too fucked up to burn out. I’m an atom bomb, ticking. I’m a dead-end kid in the city, dirty thoughts in a dirty town. I was born with trouble in me. I don’t care why or how. I’m an atom bomb, ticking. I’m an atom bomb. Come smear your lips on my bruises. Wake me up. Wear me out. Let’s get free, numb and loose. And kiss me with holy sound. I’m an atom bomb, ticking.
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Spin The Dial
03:10
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The radio is loud and wild. And I'm too drunk to spin the dial. Bathe my bones in alcohol so I don’t have to think at all. I was born at the bottom, but I never belonged. I’m hardly ever right, but I’ve never been wrong. I can’t get calm. Amplifiers sting my teeth and batter me with evil things. I take some drugs to fix my brain. They numb my tongue, but miss the pain. I was born at the bottom, but I never belonged. I’m hardly ever right, but I’ve never been wrong. I got dust in my lips and a limp in my charm, but got a halo on my heart.
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Art Damage
02:42
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When I die, bury me in the clothes of my youth. Throw my dust in the streets where I got alive with you. Blurry eyes, steady teeth, another drink, a new bruise on the heart or on the cheek. It’s heaven. We stumble out or try, loud and free, raw and wild. And feel alive. I don’t mind, well, I don't, that hell is chea and I’m loose. All my thrills come real cheap, but, I swear, my aim is true. We stumble out or try, loud and free, raw and wild. And feel alive.
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Hot Tramps
03:44
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Your eyelashes shine like a plastic diamond. Your arms are a car crash I want to die in. Your lips smash in mine just like lust and violence. Your heart’s marvelous trash the world’s forgotten. I can’t love you raw enough. Your mouth mumbles, wild, like a pile of sirens. Your art is a loud bash of teenage feelings. If you’re ready, I’m in. I can’t love you raw enough.
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Punks In A Disco Bar
02:40
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The words I scream are meaningless or holy things. They kiss my tongue before they split to fix someone. When nothing’s loud, I punch my heart. I flex my mouth until it comes on like a truth, brilliant and dumb. Man, they taught me to talk then told me to shut up. I never cared, but, man, it cut. I’m nothing clean. I’m garbage thoughts and dirty knees. A fucked-up punk, a bastard light. I ain’t no one’s son. Man, they taught me to talk then told me to shut up. I never cared, but, man, it cut.
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Wasted Daze Of Youth
02:07
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Please don’t die before I do or say you’ll take me with you. Deal? You’re my favorite weirdo. How’d you teach me how to feel? I’d always tried. I kiss your mouth to taste your spit and sip your words until they stick. I wrap them around my hands and wear my palms like boxing mitts, too soft to fight. I still taste you in the ash of every cigarette you kill. Did they drag you back to life? If not yet, they never will. Carve ‘I want you’ in my arm. Cover up my sins with truth. If you stop being alive, baby, take me with you.
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Young Hearts
04:10
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This crummy town is filled with wild boredom, a battleground rumbling like a wardrum now. It gave us guts. It made us saints of danger. It woke us up. It made us write to save us. The gutter’s alive with young hearts tonight. The nothing kids, the restless and forgotten, we never fit. It’s been our bravest weapon. The gutter’s alive with young hearts tonight. It made us saints of danger. It made us saints.
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The Perfect High
04:02
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Let’s get lost in this feeling like we’re never going to die. Make it soft, like we’re dreaming. Cross my heart. Stab my eye. You’re the perfect high. Let’s get caught in this weird thing of too alone or too alive. All this junk could’ve killed me. But I’m not dead. And you are why. You’re the perfect high.
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Warpaint
02:40
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Make a muscle with your brain. You’re not as broken as you are brave. All the things that fuck you up, knock them out and then come back to us. Tonight could be the roughest of your life. I know you’ll wake dying to survive. Don’t be afraid to want to be alive. Splatter warpaint on your cheek. Bare your heart without apology. Hang your anger. Cut it loose. Make this stick: I won’t give up on you. Tonight could be the roughest of your life. I know you’ll wake dying to survive. Don’t be afraid to want to be alive. Knock the pills out of your teeth. The way they’re kissing you gives me the creeps. Make a fist and ditch your doubts. I know you’ll die sometime, but it’s not now. Tonight could be the roughest of your life. I know you’ll wake dying to survive. Don’t be afraid to want to be alive.
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Beach Slang Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Guitar, bass and drums. Played loudly.
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