My Own Summer (Shove It)

Hey you, big star, tell me when it's over

And you, big murder, guide me to shelter, 'cause I'm through, until it's the 6th, and it's summer.

I think God is moving his tongue

There's no crowd in the street and no song

A shade is a tool, a device

A device, a saviour's, I try, and look up to the sky, but my eyes burn.

I've been shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting,

And I'm so, oh, so