Summertime… Summertime, but the living ain’t easy, Bones are cracking under blood-red skies. Your daddy’s gone, your mama’s barely breathing, This whole damn world is crumbling before our eyes. Hush little baby, don’t you cry tonight, The reaper’s singing you a broken lullaby. One of these mornings you’re gonna rise and see, Nothing but ashes where your future used to be. The cotton is high… but the fields are dead, The river runs black with the lies we’ve been fed. Summertime… is killing me slow, Summertime… where did the good times go? Summertime… nothing left to save, Summertime… welcome to the grave. Don’t you cry, little one, don’t you weep, They’re selling heaven while we drown in the deep. They promise freedom, deliver rust and chains, While the rich keep laughing as the sky burns again. Your shining star has turned to dust and bone, Your golden days are buried and unknown. The fish are jumping… but they’re full of poison, The dream is dying… there’s no one left to save us. Summertime… is killing me slow, Summertime… where did the good times go? Summertime… nothing left to save, Summertime… this is our grave. One of these mornings… You’re gonna rise up crying… The sky will be burning, And your voice will be dying… Summertime… is killing me slow, Summertime… where did the good times go? Summertime… nothing left to save, Summertime… welcome to the grave. Summertime… Everything dies… Summertime… Nothing survives… Summertime… Everything melts away…
