Beach Slang
filthy luck
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I'm a slave to always fucking 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.
- 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)