Beach Slang Filthy Luck
I'm a slave to always f..cking up
It's not okay, but maybe it's enough
Kids like us are weird, and more, we're brave
We tie our tongues and turn them into rage
And the night's still young
And we're dumb enough to fall
Carve your name soft across my lungs
I want to breathe you until I'm numb
We're not loved, well, hardly, anyway
With filthy luck in such a filthy haze
But the night's still young
And we're dumb enough to fall
Turn the amps up to nine
I don't want it too loud
I gave you taste and a spine
Now I hope you drown
Is there a lie in the lights or the shine of this town?
This guitar wants to die
