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"The Throwaway Kids"

We sleep under a full moon
Swallowing full spoons of pain
While they hide we dance in the rain
We are not perfect
We are not glamorous
We are not Hiltons
We are not Kardashians

We are anti-gag with our hands tied tight around our backs
While Bush bombed Irac
When Obama killed Osama
We refused to clap
Cause America's a terrorist too
Tit for tat

We are filthy whores
The opposite of Jersey Shore
So fuck Snucky and a stylist ah
We are not commodores
We are bleeding hearts
Check this... circles, and sharks

We are the apocalypse
Standing in the dark
With white lights and fame
Opposite of ark
So clap for the anonymous
Cheer for the enlightly
Let the fucking world know
Who you might be

[chorus]
We are, we are
The young amusement
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids

We shadowdancing to Marilyn Manson
Screaming "Fuck the world!"
Like it's a national anthem
We are not popular
We are not praised
We are not fifties
We are not Kanye's
We are icons without the glamorous clits
Like Heidi from the hills and the plastic tits
So while the president fucks you
The rich get rich
And try to paint me as an anarchist
666

You made me a Demon
So I miming and squeezing
And Joy and the pain and the bleeding
Fuck the Palm Queen
Fuck being beautiful
We are not Lohans
We are the unusual

The end is mutable
Misfits, lights out
Raise by the Cain now its aim at the white house
Clap for the invisible
March of the phantoms
Rise up
Like the low way anthem

[chorus]
We are, we are
The young amusement
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids

Never really fit in
Never really tried to
Flyer then a pilot, but never had the sky view
Bottom floor pour with an act for being lied to
Painted face wasteland
The opposite of Graceland
Singing in the symphony of silence
Defience sleeping with the wolves
And dancing with the lions
In a city riots burning down the tyrants
Juggalos and misfits
Tackle in the giants

Ah, oh, ooh ooh
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
Do we own the night?
Ohohohoho, ooh ooh
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
Badada, Gets alright

So let's, let's
Get it, get it,
On, on
Spit it, spit it
Out, out
Let them hear you shout
Let the hear you sing

[chorus]
We are, we are
The young amusement
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids

We are, we are
The young amusement
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids

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