21st Of June

Sun beats down on the longest day
Sun rises to the task
Sun can make the summer wait
Sun will do what it's not asked

No matter where I sit these days I feel like such an ass
But I smile just like a lucky man
Like winter with a mask

Bending over backwards in the name of limber good
I try to stretch imagination
Like I know a good boy should
Running with my eyes closed with scissors and an ax
I try to keep my head on straight
Like winter with a mask

Soldiers marching sideways try to sneak up to the front
Where the battle cries and skirmishes
Will come just after lunch
The sergeant and his nemesis, they share an icy flask
Then they polish off their rifles
Like winter with a mask

Chorus:

It's a textbook case of something
Figure this and armchair that
I've got theories full of holes
Out the ass

Sun beats down on the longest day
Half done and half ahead
Six months from this minute I'll be wishing I was dead
Six months from this minute I'll be thinking of the past
I'll be thinking of this minute
And mistakes that last

The longest day in history
The 21st of June
Sun beats down on everything from ashtrays to the moon
The shortest day in history don't even know my name
And right now it seems so far away
And it knows no shame

Chorus