American Youth
Arm the Poor Lyrics


What does sunrise look like
When you're living on the streets of St. Pete
Swallowed up in dirty sheets
For Lisa it's her home
She's got no place left to go
Left the covers of suburbia
She was 14 years old
Concrete for a bed
Your heroes are dead
What was once a good idea
Has gotten you nowhere
When a middle finger salutes
The American Youth
Thomas hopped a train
From Oklahoma to Houston
At 16 he packed his bag
And never looked back
All his dreams were coming true
What an awesome thing to do
His mother got a call from the cops
Her son was killed at a train stop


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Written by: Adam O'Leary

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