Broke Kids

Lost in the angles and the tangle of the streets
Chasing hits and stealing bits and paying for our dreams
Spent our nights going deaf and going too far
Burning up days in a California noir

We were just
Broke kids
Trying to get fixed
Broke kids
Looking for a gig
So many things I miss
from when I was a broke kid

Lost in the mazes and the crazy of our lives
Running in place all day then we toss and turn all night
We’re packing up and moving
Giving up and losing
Spending all our days on these kids we’re trying to raise

Broke kids
Who can never be fixed
Broke kids
Scattered to the wind
Hoping these broken kids
Will fix this mess we’re in

Now the world has gone hot
The trash is piling up
The future is shot
And all we’ve got

Is hope that these broke kids
will be the ones
to save us
from the world we’ve made