June (Live)

Over a horseshoe mountain
By the back of a motel
Lies the body, 'bout four foot tall
Of my little girl

And she's cold and hard
And her friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets

Fourteen flavours to account for
Lying in a cell
Martin could you be the man
Who broke out of his shell

Cus' you're cold and hard
And your friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets

Ringing outwards, final phone calls
Never change for me
They say what must be said
Then they scream out for sympathy

And they're cold and hard
And their friends, they're all gone now
On a June, gentle breeze
Summer sun, city streets



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Writer(s): Alex Bispo
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