Summer's End

(Burning, burning, burning

Burning, burning, burning, burning)

I got a heat stroke and I'm dead broke

Two black eyes from all this smoke

And the bouncer sent me home

'Cause he found my bag of coke

I went full send on weekend

Diving off the deep end

Goddamn, I'm looking forward to the

Day of summer's end

The day of summer's end

So come on in Major Tom

You've been away from here too long

Got cold beer in the fridge

And it's time to write a song

You made a bet, got into debt

Smoked too many cigarettеs

So I sit down with my guitar and I

Slide a couple frets

Slidе a couple frets

I said back up, you can't touch

I'm dealing with my own stuff

And I don't give a flying fuck

'Cause I was built Ford tough

And bad boy never learns

So ride up, make your cheek turn

When I flick on that old turbo you

Smell that rubber burn

Burn

Burn

Burn

Burn

Burn

Burn

And burn (Burning, burning)

I got a heat stroke and I'm dead broke

Two black eyes from all this smoke

And the bouncer sent me home

'Cause he found my bag of coke

I went full send on weekend

Diving off the deep end

Goddamn, I'm looking forward to the

Day of summer's end

The day of summer's end