Working Class Anti-Heroes

Stop seeing, what's getting everyone. Not leaving, you're not driving my car. No speeding, the social pieces of life. It's beginning, I feel I'm losing my mind. Got something that makes me glad little things. Some people talking, that's what I wish you don't Need. With hearts broken, load up and got pretty Friends. They know they want it, let's become Screaming of bliss. Loud music, head in the night club sky. Just use it now, we always miss old times. I've got it, I have a song on guitar. This is for the fight, for the right, For the ground, for the guys like you are. And now we listen to the sound of youth. We're at a endpoint, that's all we have, Boy. This culture like a cheap drug abuse. I see your endpoint to make you dead, Boy. And now we listen to the sound of youth. We're at a endpoint, that's all we have, Boy. This culture like a cheap drug abuse. I see your endpoint to make you dead, Boy.