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[Verse 01: Bobby McIntosh]
We sleep under a full moon swallowing full spoons of pain
While they hide we dance in the rain
We are not perfect
We are not glamorous
We are not "Hiltons"
We are not "Kardashians"
We are anti-gag with our hands tied tight around our backs
While Bush bombed Iraq
When Obama killed Osama
We refused to clap
Cause America's a terrorist too
Tit for tat
We are filthy poor
The opposite of Jersey Shore
So fuck Snooky and a stylist ugh
We are not commodities
We are bleeding hearts
Trapped inside of these circling sharks
We are the apocalypse
Standing in the dark
With white lights and fame
The opposite of ark
So clap for the anonymous
Cheer for the unlikely
Let the fucking world know
Who you might be
[Chorus: Yas & Bobby]
We are, we are
The young and innocents
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
[Verse 02: Yas Taalat]
We shadow dancing to Marilyn Manson
Screaming "Fuck the world!"
Like it's a national anthem
We are not popular
We are not praised
We are not "50's"
We are not "Kanyes"
We are icons without the glamour and glitz
Like Heidi from the hills and the plastic tits
So while the president fucks you
The rich get rich
And try to paint me as an anarchist
666
You made me a Demon
So I'm aiming and squeezing
Enjoying the pain and the bleeding
Fuck the prom Queen
Fuck being beautiful
We are not "Lohans"
We are the unusual
The undisputable
Misfits, lights out
Raise by the Cain now it's aim at the white house
Clap for the invisible
March with the phantoms
Rise up with the throwaway anthem
[Chorus: Yas & Bobby]
We are, we are
The young and innocent
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
[Verse 03: Bobby & Yas]
Never really fit in
Never really tried to
Flyer then a pilot, but never had the sky view
Bottom floor poor with a knack for being lied to
Painted face wasteland
The opposite of Graceland
Singing in the symphony of silence
Defiance sleeping with the wolves
And dancing with the lions
Inner city riots burning down the tyrants
Juggalos and misfits
Tackling the giants
[Bridge]
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
Do we own the night?
Ohohohoho, ooh ooh
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
But are the kids alright
So let's, let's
Get it, get it
On, on
Spit it, spit it
Out, out
Let them hear you shout
Let the hear you sing
[Chorus: Yas & Bobby] x 2
We are, we are
The young and innocent
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
The Throwaway Kids was written by Bobby McIntosh & Yas Taalat.