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)