The Young Own the Town
Forced to lay my cards on the table, I'd say it's sweet to cheat
Because the straight ones never hesitate once to deceive me
Twist my arm and I might confess to defiance straight from the heart
Not to mention all my high-tension attempts to change
And all plain words are easy to distort
Expose yourself if it's the last resort
Some consolation when we're down
The young own the town
The young own the town
The young own the town
Tear down the truth that they surround
The young own the town
The young own the town
And the young own this sound
The greatest theft of our young lives is the stolen hours of sleep
They offer something but deliver nothing that we can see
Given chance and I will offer a potent shot in the arm
And all the young bones will go on to dethrone the lifeless ones
We've had this thought and hunger since we're born
But we've been taken in by their false dawn
Some consolation when we're down
The young own the town
The young own the town
The young own the town
Tear down the truth that they surround
The young own the town
The young own the town
And the young own this sound
When nothing else makes sense
When everything's upset
When nothing else makes sense
I'm gonna hold you until we're through
Some consolation when we're down
The young own the town
The young own the town
The young own the town
Tear down the truth that they surround
The young own the town
The young own the town
And the young own this town
And the young own this sound
Because the straight ones never hesitate once to deceive me
Twist my arm and I might confess to defiance straight from the heart
Not to mention all my high-tension attempts to change
And all plain words are easy to distort
Expose yourself if it's the last resort
Some consolation when we're down
The young own the town
The young own the town
The young own the town
Tear down the truth that they surround
The young own the town
The young own the town
And the young own this sound
The greatest theft of our young lives is the stolen hours of sleep
They offer something but deliver nothing that we can see
Given chance and I will offer a potent shot in the arm
And all the young bones will go on to dethrone the lifeless ones
We've had this thought and hunger since we're born
But we've been taken in by their false dawn
Some consolation when we're down
The young own the town
The young own the town
The young own the town
Tear down the truth that they surround
The young own the town
The young own the town
And the young own this sound
When nothing else makes sense
When everything's upset
When nothing else makes sense
I'm gonna hold you until we're through
Some consolation when we're down
The young own the town
The young own the town
The young own the town
Tear down the truth that they surround
The young own the town
The young own the town
And the young own this town
And the young own this sound
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Writer(s): Soda
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