Last Summer - Wish Key

You were under the impression

You were under the impression

That when you were walking forward

That when you were walking forward

You’d end up further onward

You’d end up further onward

But things ain’t quite that simple.

But things ain’t quite that simple.

You got altered information

You got altered information

You were told to not take chances

You were told to not take chances

You missed out on new dances

You missed out on new dances

Now you’re losing all your dimples.

Now you’re losing all your dimples.

My jacket’s gonna be cut and slim and checked, My jacket’s gonna be cut and

slim and checked, Maybe a touch of seersucker, with an open neck.

Maybe a touch of seersucker, with an open neck.

I ride a g.s.

scooter with my hair cut neat, I ride a g.s.

scooter with my hair

cut neat, Wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet.

Wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet.

Love reign o’er me.

Love reign o’er me.

Love reign o’er me.

Love reign o’er me.

Love.

Love.

I’ve had enough of living

I’ve had enough of living

I’ve had enough of dying

I’ve had enough of dying

I’ve had enough of smiling

I’ve had enough of smiling

I’ve had enough of crying

I’ve had enough of crying

I’ve taken all the high roads

I’ve taken all the high roads

I’ve squandered and I’ve saved

I’ve squandered and I’ve saved

I’ve had enough of childhood

I’ve had enough of childhood

I’ve had enough of graves…

I’ve had enough of graves…

Get a job and fight to keep it, Get a job and fight to keep it, Strike out to

reach a mountain.

Strike out to reach a mountain.

Be so nice on the outside

Be so nice on the outside

But inside keep ambition

But inside keep ambition

Don’t cry because you hunt them

Don’t cry because you hunt them

Hurt them first they’ll love you

Hurt them first they’ll love you

There’s a millionaire above you

There’s a millionaire above you

And you’re under his suspicion.

And you’re under his suspicion.

I’ve had enough of dancehalls

I’ve had enough of dancehalls

I’ve had enough of pills

I’ve had enough of pills

I’ve had enough of streetfights

I’ve had enough of streetfights

I’ve seen my share of kills

I’ve seen my share of kills

I’m finished with the fashions

I’m finished with the fashions

And acting like I’m tough

And acting like I’m tough

I’m bored with hate and passion

I’m bored with hate and passion

I’ve had enough of trying to love.

I’ve had enough of trying to love.