how's it gonna feel when summer ends
out of money, out of friends
i've seen enough of nothing new
the blackest stain on history or last laugh blues
not gonna fight
not gonna cry
not gonna shop around for one flag to fly
i've seen enough -- inventors age
i've covered up my face
browbeaten shame
i've got the itch
i feel the sting
like falling into the deepest sleep
telephone rings
how's it gonna feel when summer ends
out of money, out of friends
how's it gonna feel when summer ends
out of money, out of friends
i've seen enough
the angry mob
yelling in unison da da da
they can't be stopped
sitting at home -- making plans
don't want to be another silly set
accident hands
how's it gonna feel when summer ends
out of money, out of friends
how's it gonna feel when summer ends
out of money, out of friends