You're lying there
Hating everything you cannot control
You roll around, push it down
Light it up, smoke another bowl
You're knee deep in the thick of it
Lost the summer in my head
Lost the summer in my head
Freedom to believe in something
That you cannot understand
Freedom to cradle a pistol
In the palm of your hand
Lost the summer in my head
Lost the summer in my head
One in the top drawer
Why not it's the good old USA
I got friends in the government
Got friends in the SPCA
Lost the summer in my head
Lost the summer in my head
Lost the summer in my head
Lost the summer in my head
