Lost the Summer

You're lying there

Hating everything that you cannot control you roll around, push it down

Light it up, smoke another bowl

You're knee deep in the thick of it

Taken all the shit you can

Wound up tight, it's hard to fight the urges so you hatch your plan

Lost the summer in my head

Lost the summer in my head

Freedom to believe in something

That you cannot understand

Freedom to cradle a pistol

In the palm of your hand

Lost the summer in my head

Lost the summer in my head

One in the top drawer,

Why not it's the good old u.s.a

I got friends in the government

Got friends in the spca

Lost the summer in my head

Lost the summer in my head

Lost the summer in my head

Lost the summer in my head