Filthy Luck Lyrics – Beach Slang

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
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Beach Slang Lyrics – Filthy Luck

Beach Slang

Filthy Luck