Poison Summer

He's going back to California
With a life in his hands
He's got a cold case of feet
He's got some government stamps
To take the time and give it back
Til we don't know where we are
We're used to calling
From the dead end of the company car

Now I'm not sure what this is
And there ain't much left to do
But I get a thrill from being through
So let me go

"I'm going out for cigarettes
Be back in 24 years
And when the Angels win the pennant
Share a cold case of beer"
It was a nonlethal arrest
A loaded gun in his hands
And that's a break he'd never catch
If he was a darker skinned man

Some say "It is what it is
Not much to do about it"
I guess they don't give a shit
This poison summer has to end

So saddle up, Billy the Kid
Poison summer's got to end
You've got a problem with the problem again
That poison summer under your skin
Are you feeling sick from the radiation?
Poison summer strikes again
Are you sick and tired of burying friends?
Poison summer wearing us thin

Why?
I'm lost in time
Why?
I'm lost in time

You got a problem with the problem again
Poison summer under your skin
I am sick and tired of burying friends
Poison summer strikes again

I
I'm lost in time
I
I'm lost in time



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Smith
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