Beach Slang - Young Hearts lyrics

This crummy town Is filled with wild boredom A battleground Rumbling like a wardrum now It gave us guts It made us saints of danger It woke us up It made write to save us The gutter's alive With young hearts tonight The gutter's alive With young hearts tonight The nothing 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