young saints, passed out and gone again
out cold on indian ambien
you are gone
crapped out, capped in america
it's sad, the animals laugh at us
you are gone
your beacon is blinking, it's making a sound
we're trying to find you, but you won't be found
you are gone
your ex-girlfriend's lost pets and dead friends
know they won't be hanging out with you again
you are gone
you are gone
young saints, you are gone
young saints
young saints, wasted and gone again
out cold on flea market medicine
you are gone
your ex-girlfriend's lost pets and dead friends
know they won't be hanging out with you again
you are gone
you are gone
young saints, you are gone
young saints, you are gone
young saints, you are gone
young saints