Texty písní Battalion of Saints

Battalion of Saints

Intercourse

Summer time to me

Is lots of fun

But there's nothing to do

The people come to see

The beaches and the palm trees

Runaways are out here too

They try and make it in the movies

But something isn't right

The parts so easily got

So they walk the streets late at night

Trying to make money so they can survive

Selling their bodies for a cheap price

Any old john will suffice

Intercourse is the only way

That some kids can stay alive

Their future isn't bright

Since a lot of them

End up being murdered

Their parents don't really care

They think that's what they deserve

The boys and girls that have died

No one knows who they really are

There's no star above their door

Just a small gravestone

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