Burns like hell
more than 20 atomic bombs
licking my sink
leaving dead sink sweet burns all over my arms
flaking off falling around me
into my dinner and tea
thank god I don't do drugs
soon a nuclear winter
will come to pass
turning us all blue


Man, I love summer.
and the new soon blue you
not that you talk much now
you never want to get up
in the new air so blue
you're missing
the freezing air
in your lungs

Summer Holidays are us.