Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger, That wanders so far from his home, That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger, That knows not from which
Not many days when the summer is gone And the water is dry The silence of war You can never go home You can not ever go home So many lights in the heaven
In the final days of summer 1944 With just a preacher and a witness and a humble band of gold They set out to find the future, not a penny to their name
It?s late and I can?t sleep, I?ve made promises that I can?t keep Cobblestones and broken bones Has a kingdom but he?s got no home Last night is still
end kids in the danger zone All of you are drunk or stoned Dead end kids you're not alone You sleep in the street when you're not at home Long hot summers
- Act One - The beginning of a glorious summer?s day out in the country. Standing in the sunshine is a small farm behind which is a lake with thick
He who left his home at fifteen Will hardly understand a private high school student He who's got a right schedule for his life Will hardly be thinking
of like this game Cuz I always played it safe Let a bird out of its cage Its gunna fly away But the feel of the unknown Has led me far away from home
[Stan Spit] (Hey yo, hey yo) You would scream too if you know what I did last summer Came through frontin' in the glass hummer No shirt mad ice screaming
kiss in the back park until it got dark Wanted to be like the older fellas, sneak and drink old Chample Dangerous games we played on the third rail Fiend for the summer
Is it the face of a child Is it the thrill of danger Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger Is it more than faith Is it more than hope Is
(feat. The Dangerous Summer) I can't start wishing that I went for something more but I can dream between my losing faith and now though I've got plans
this! [Chorus: City Boy] Shawty whats your number?! (Number, number..) Can I get that from ya?! (From ya, from ya...) You hot like the summmer (Summer, Summer
hand-me-down Chorus: It?s a beautiful morning Beautiful morning Dressed up in summer and tied with a bow Let?s be courageous and face tiny dangers
worried and weak She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again But daddy left the proof on her cheek and I was only eight years old that summer And I
worried and weak She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again But daddy left the proof on her cheek And I was only eight years old that summer And I
're a philosopher?" "Yes!"] [Apathy:] It's like, basically growin up on the East Some of you know what I'm talkin about I grew up where the, summers
bike A roof over her head and some Barbie skates It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate I'm from where the summers dangerous, the winters is cold