July

So play your dead

An old-time rhyme

When the heat's on you

And then you stand

With flowers dead

All in your head

On my wave

You cannot say, ah

July

July

We can try to erase the pain

It's an all-time high

And I cried to the clogged-down drain

With no desire

In the thick of the solid flame

I can wash that pain aside

And we know we're insane

I'm coming right up riot

July

July

July

July

You want it

You need it

You steal

Just to be there

Now we live by the hope of the trade

It's a fade-out scene

Under sun blocks your shade

This is all I see

As the contrast fades to grey

Solid heat will burn and clean

So the end of the ride is today

Well, I'll fold this hand cos it's

July

July

July

July

Do you want it

You need it

You steal

Just to be there