these last days of summer For the nights we'd talk about for ages Remembrance is everything Remember the cops on the golf course And the nights with only the TV's
of dew With pearls of huge beauty Whilst your mouselike breath was The hand upon my clock And one each breath I came nearer To my silly and shining end VI All long summer
Yeah At 40,000 kelvin, it's Dr. Octagon, with the Emperor General drop down to 40 g's can science achieve the unified theory of complex systems permenantly
empty cans you see the pins we're wearin' of band's you'll never know will drive you crazy And this is how we roll driving through the summer air
