Young Saints passed out and gone again Out cold on Indy and Ambien
Cripped out Captain America It's sad the animals laugh at us you are
gone You're peaking, it's blinking, it's making a sound
We're trying to find you but you won't be found You are gone
You're ex-girlfriends, lost pets and dead friends No, they won't be hanging out with you again
You are gone You are gone
You are gone
Young Saints passed out and gone again Out cold on Flea Market Medicine
You are gone You're ex-girlfriends, lost pets and dead friends
No, they won't be hanging out with you again You are gone
Young Saints, you are gone
Young Saints, you are gone
You are gone
Young Saints, you are gone
