Songtext von Living in Miami

He didn't fit in he always felt rejected His father hit him and made him feel defective He got a bottle It seemed to take the pain away He's only 15 and he don't know any other way Always searching, never felt like he belonged Always hurting, always told that he was wrong He left home, the streets looked safer All alone except a quart of Schaffer All alone and nowhere to go He feels at home at the punk rock show And when he's hanging out with his crew He's living on the streets of Miami He'd rather die than go home to his family And that's what he'll do He doesn't want your pity Miami can be a cruel city He's always ready for a fight He doesn't want your sorrow Don't wanna think about tomorrow He only wants to make it through the night