Endless roads, endless streets,
wayward youth blister in summer heat,
breathing deep God’s sickness in the air.
With the windows down screaming fuck the world,
we laugh until our guts give way,
while at the edge of town, the future waits,
lying out there like a killer in the sun.
Hopeless urban cannibal youth,
what the fuck could we ever really do?
You wouldn’t understand,
good sons like you never do.
Remember when we said we’d burn forever?
Well, I don’t feel so warm these days.
Call me up, I’ll be ready to go.
Set ourselves on fire, steal into the night like thieves.
Summer’s bastards, we will ride again,
Summer's bastards, still sick in the mouth of god.