Texty: Your Favorite Enemies. Sunset Blow.

Cause we?re the wasted, the wasted kids

No chance for my fragile appetite
To be fed by any special ambition
When dreams are broken and fading away
Nobody?s there in hopeless night
Cause we?re sleeping alone

We?re the wasted kids, the faithless virgins, the wasted kids
So please tell me who you are
To drive myself out of city vengeance, to drive myself
So please tell me who you are

Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I?m a rockin? jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
A sonic rocket willing to play
We?re the wasted kids

Are you ready for a brand new start
Like preaching Johnny, moving
His Holy Brooklyn to golden L.A.
Confessing Christ in hopeless night
Cause we?re sleeping alone

We?re the wasted kids, the faithless virgins, the wasted kids
So please tell me who you are
To drive myself out of city vengeance, to drive myself
So please tell me who you are

Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I?m a rockin? jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
A sonic rocket willing to play
Cause we?re the wasted kids

And if I leave before the end of the day
I?ll stop by Sweet Michelle?s door
Just in case she?ll ever ask me to stay
Down on the floor, she knows I?m?
If I leave before the end of the day
I?ll stop by Sweet Michelle?s door
Just in case she?ll ever ask me to stay
Down on the floor, she knows I?m?

Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I?m a rockin? jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
A sonic rocket willing play

We?re the wasted kids, the faithless virgins, the wasted kids
So please tell me who you are
To drive myself out of city vengeance, to drive myself
So please tell me who you are