The sun was beating down on me
And my family
My life was in the street
All of my material belongings
Laid in front of me
My right fist stings like a bee
A mouth running freely
Loud-mouthed, and angry
(We are both part of the same hypocrisy)
But his ship is sinking
And I'm thinking
LIBERTY!
I tred on the brink
And held my footing
I severed some links
But I'll be more healthy
And when people ask me
I'll say
That its all behind me
Because quite simply
It is all behind me
(Summer sun. Summer smoke. Summer sunshine)