"Livin' In Miami" lyrics
He didn't fit in, he always felt rejected
His father him him and made him feel infected
He got a bottle it seemed to take the pain away
Only 15, but he didn't know any other way
Always searchin', never felt like he belonged
Always hurtin', always told that he was wrong
He left home, the streets looked safer
All alone, except a court of Schaffer
All alone, with no where to go
He feels at home at the punk rock show
And when hes hangin' out with his crew
Livin' on the streets of Miami
He'd rather die than go home to his family
That's what he'll do
He doesn't want you pity
Miami can be a cruel city
Hes always ready for a fight
He doesn't want you sorrow
Don't wanna think about tomorrow
He only wants to make it through the night
He didn't fit in, he always felt rejected
His father him him and made him feel infected
He got a bottle it seemed to take the pain away
Only 15, but he didn't know any other way
Always searchin', never felt like he belonged
Always hurtin', always told that he was wrong
He left home, the streets looked safer
All alone, except a court of Schaffer
All alone, with no where to go
He feels at home at the punk rock show
And when hes hangin' out with his crew
Livin' on the streets of Miami
He'd rather die than go home to his family
That's what he'll do
He doesn't want you pity
Miami can be a cruel city
Hes always ready for a fight
He doesn't want you sorrow
Don't wanna think about tomorrow
He only wants to make it through the night
His father him him and made him feel infected
He got a bottle it seemed to take the pain away
Only 15, but he didn't know any other way
Always searchin', never felt like he belonged
Always hurtin', always told that he was wrong
He left home, the streets looked safer
All alone, except a court of Schaffer
All alone, with no where to go
He feels at home at the punk rock show
And when hes hangin' out with his crew
Livin' on the streets of Miami
He'd rather die than go home to his family
That's what he'll do
He doesn't want you pity
Miami can be a cruel city
Hes always ready for a fight
He doesn't want you sorrow
Don't wanna think about tomorrow
He only wants to make it through the night
He didn't fit in, he always felt rejected
His father him him and made him feel infected
He got a bottle it seemed to take the pain away
Only 15, but he didn't know any other way
Always searchin', never felt like he belonged
Always hurtin', always told that he was wrong
He left home, the streets looked safer
All alone, except a court of Schaffer
All alone, with no where to go
He feels at home at the punk rock show
And when hes hangin' out with his crew
Livin' on the streets of Miami
He'd rather die than go home to his family
That's what he'll do
He doesn't want you pity
Miami can be a cruel city
Hes always ready for a fight
He doesn't want you sorrow
Don't wanna think about tomorrow
He only wants to make it through the night
Writer(s): John Mellencamp
