Lyrics:

How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends

I've seen enough
Of nothing news
The blacker stain on history
or last laugh blues
Not gonna fight
Not gonna cry
Not gonna shop around for one flag to fly

Ive seen enough
Inventor's age
I've cover up my face
Brownbeaten shame
I've got the itch
I feel the sting
Like fallen in to the deepest sleep
Telephone rings

How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends
How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends

I've seen enough
The angry mob
Yeah they were unison da-da-da
They can't be stopped
Sitting at home, making plans
Dont wanna be another silly set of, accident hands.

How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends
How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends