I was born on a criminal island I was raised upon the chicken reserve I was taught by the obedient minors I soon learnt initiations hurt
Blending myself into the stench of tyrants Wanting much more than they thought i deserved When i was tried, they tied me to the altar Challenging me until the rumours burnt.
So what went wrong at the end of the summer? Man we were lost it was the end of the line What went wrong at the end of the summer Then we were loaded on the thrill of the ride
Taking their time to run you through the mill Knowing your way around the dollar bill Questioning answers in unusual ways Making your way, and then the world's your oyster
But what went wrong at the end of the summer? Man we were lost it was the end of the line What went wrong at the end of the summer Then we were loaded on the thrill of the ride
And the world is so full of laughter It's as though were not on fire Even though we're lower than the angels We can still catch our soul on fire