Intercourse (Battalion of Saints)

Summer time to me Is lots of fun But there's nothing to do The people come to see The beaches and the palm trees Runaways are out here too They try and make it in the movies But something isn't right The parts so easily got So they walk the streets late at night Trying to make money so they can survive Selling their bodies for a cheap price Any old john will suffice Intercourse is the only way That some kids can stay alive Their future isn't bright Since a lot of them End up being murdered Their parents don't really care They think that's what they deserve The boys and girls that have died No one knows who they really are There's no star above their door Just a small gravestone [Chorus]