In the summer of pain
In the summer of sin
You are the strawberry stain
You are the tonic and gin
I was itching an itch
I was playing your game
I was scratching a scratch
But it still feel the same
You've been making me play
games I don't like to play
You've been making me say
words I don't like to say

I'm a chost of a chost
I'm that I was to be
I'm along coast for coast
I'm on time in hundred

You don't like apples
You don't need a pie
When you've been stronger
and smile tonight
You don't like apples
You don't need a pie
When you've been stronger
but smile tonight