The summer fills me
With a kind of sickness
It sends my stomach
In twists and turns
The road to work
Feels like it's never-ending
It drains my soul
And moistens my brow
The summer fills me
With a kind of sickness
It sends my stomach
In twists and turns
The road to work
Feels like it's never-ending
And when I see the schoolboys
Playing in the stream
I feel like I should drown them
