Paroles de Summer

Endless days followed by endless nights.

Mindless violence.

Bloody fist fights.
Oppressive summer heat

radiating off the pavement,

fills the heads of youths with ideas of a movement.



There's nowhere to run to,

There's nowhere to hide,

When what we're running from,

Is what's inside.



Summer heat, excites the hate.
In the lives of kids no longer having fun.



There's nowhere to run to,

There's nowhere to hide,

When what we're running from,

Is what's inside.



Suburban wasteland.

No one to take a stand.

Bored generations turned to drugs.