Young Saints Lyrics

Young saints, passed out and gone again
out cold on indian ambient
you are gone
c***ped 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