Winners

When we were young we were born to be hopeless

We didn't know it but we wanted to be soulless

'Cause now when we come out it's like headlights on a dear

It's so cliche but it's so full of fear and

What's the deal with what's up to date

We scream for unity through all the summer hate

It's getting crazy and it's driving me manic

But I'm still a fucking sweetheart and a punk lust romantic

We paint a picture of what's inside

And we cut it out of the picture