This Summer

One of these days, gonna drop the axes

Power trip type might bomb the masses

You could roll an ankle out in the street

And your body explodes on impact

Kicking and thrashing, send us home, packing

Recognize patterns, some of this matters

Terrible things we say that we don't really mean

This summer might

This summer might

This summer might be your last

Wrong as rain, but still it came

No more pleasure, no more pain

This summer might be your—

One of these things isn't like the other

Two of these things don't like each other

Three of these things don't even bother

Oh, my God, oh, mercy me

Kicking and thrashing, send us home packing

Recognize patterns, some of this matters

Terrible things we say that we don't really mean

This summer might

This summer might

This summer might be your last

Wrong as rain, but still it came

No more pleasure, no more pain

This summer might be your—

Everybody say fun now, fun now

Just wanna have fun now, fun now

Everybody say fun now, fun now

Just wanna have fun now, fun now

This summer might be your last

Wrong as rain, but still it came

No more pleasure, no more pain

This summer might be your—

This summer, this summer

This summer might

Kicking and thrashing, send us home packing

This summer, this summer

This summer might

Recognize patterns, some of this matters

This summer, this summer

This summer might