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There’s a fire burning over coals
Redder than a fire hydrant and brighter than the light bulb at the top of a telephone pole
It’s been twenty odd years and no one’s answered a single call
No – no – no; not a single soul
Blame it on the wires – they’re tangled in a ball

We’re fried as a nine to five drone
And the common ground is chipping away as shale
Why doesn’t a word slip when the mind doesn’t like the sound of the tone
Blame it on the Summer Hail
It is what it is as whenever it falls apart the mind is set to live
Blame it on the Summer Hail
I could use a quote, I could use a cig, I feel caught in between shift
Blame it on the Summer Hail

Time’s pendulum ticks, the bird’s above are circling
Life is giving everyone the spins
The ship has drifted away so fast on the highway
Floors are dropping out and roofs are caving in
While some just sit around
Enslaved by shut lips, scared of the shark fins
They’re worn like a crown

We’re fried as a nine to five drone
And the common ground is chipping away as shale
Why doesn’t a word slip when the mind doesn’t like the sound of the tone
Blame it on the Summer Hail
It is what it is as whenever it falls apart the mind is set to live
Blame it on the Summer Hail
I could use a quote, I could use a cig, I feel caught in between shift
Blame it on the Summer Hail

What ever happened to the Seminoles
Do you think any were able to escape
Throw me a bottle of Soda – it’s hard to think we’re all headed lost
And still paying all the tolls
While every day shows the state of the State
Now and then the alarm howls over the Radio Waves
As the devil WAGs his tail
Minds are lost in deep Blue as Red and White stripes emerge from the crowd, as a troubled soul
Communication failed and all yesterday’s news got delivered in the mail
For centuries we’ve been driving to a mighty long Hole
Blame it on the Summer Hail

We’re fried as a nine to five drone
And the common ground is chipping away as shale
Why doesn’t a word slip when the mind doesn’t like the sound of the tone
Blame it on the Summer Hail
It is what it is as whenever it falls apart the mind is set to live
Blame it on the Summer Hail
I could use a quote, I could use a cig, I feel caught in between shift
Blame it on the Summer Hail

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