Young Hearts (Quiet Slang) [Acoustic]
This nothing town
Is filled with wild boredom
A battleground
Rumbling like a war drum now
It gave us guts
It made us saints of danger
It woke us up
It made write to save us now
The gutter's alive
With young hearts tonight
The gutter's alive
With young hearts tonight
The nowhere kids
The restless and forgotten
We never fit
It's been our bravest weapon
The gutter's alive
With young hearts tonight
The gutter's alive
With young hearts tonight
It made us saints of danger
It made us saints of danger
It made us saints of danger
It made us saints
Writer/s: James Alex Snyder
