St. Summercamp

Friend of mine

Called up on the phone

Said he was cooking food

If I wanted to join

So I found my shoes

Put em’ on my feet

Walked a couple of beers

Up and down the street

The keys outside

Spending with pretty girls

I know they’re waiting downtown

Looking like bros

But then the time will find

Em’ out in the heat

For now it’s just a

Click and clackin’ off my feet

It’s pretty must best

Though I haven’t seen the rest

No luck in six

Cause they need a ride for the rest

Happy as a pile of plants

Stuck together

Stuck forever on St. Summercamp

After people here no longer dream

But they knowingly of inferno flame

Cause they found their little

Pieces you used to say

And every morning

They’re blowing in a lake

And there some deep inside those

Seated dreams

And every morning

They’re blowing in a lake

It’s pretty must best

Though I haven’t seen the rest

No luck in six

Cause they need a ride for the rest

Happy as a pile of plants

Stuck together

Stuck forever

Stuck together

Stuck forever on St. Summercamp