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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Drake
Bobby Drake
Drums
The Hold Steady
The Hold Steady
Performer
G. Polivka
G. Polivka
Bass Guitar
Tad Kubler
Tad Kubler
Guitar
Franz Nicolay
Franz Nicolay
Piano
Craig Finn
Craig Finn
Guitar
Steve Selvidge
Steve Selvidge
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tad Kubler
Tad Kubler
Composer
Craig Finn
Craig Finn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Agnello
John Agnello
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Me and my friends are like
The drunks on "Lust For Life"
We pound it out on floor toms
Our psalms are sing-along songs
[Verse 2]
And this whole town is like this
Been that way our whole lives
Just work at the mill until you die
Work at the mill and then you die
[Verse 3]
We're gonna build something this summer
(We're gonna build something this summer)
We'll put it back together, raise up a giant ladder
With love and trust and friends and hammers (This summer)
We're gonna lean this ladder up against the water tower
Climb up to the top and drink and talk (This summer)
[Verse 4]
Me and my friends all like double whiskey, coke, no ice
We drink along in double time, might drink too much but we feel fine
We're gonna build something this summer
(We're gonna build something this summer)
[Verse 5]
Summer, grant us all the power to drink on top of water towers
With love and trust and shows all summer (Get hammered)
Let this be my annual reminder that we can all be something bigger
[Verse 6]
I went to your schools, I did my detention
But the walls are so gray, I couldn't pay attention
I read your gospel, it moved me to tears
But I couldn't find the hate and I couldn't find the fear
[Verse 7]
I met your Savior, I knelt at His feet
And he took my ten bucks and he went down the street
I tried to believe all the things that you said
But my friends that aren't dyin' are already dead
[Verse 8]
Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer
I think he might've been our only decent teacher
Gettin' older makes it harder to remember
We are our only saviors
We're gonna build something this summer
Written by: Craig Finn, Tad Kubler
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