Summertime is always on my mind. Even in the winter I want the sunshine. Feel the rains falling from above. Wash away the pain of my years gone by. . And I see the whole thing unfolding.
Starvation is the creation of the devil, a rebel. I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow. Bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle. Of the city isolation is a riddle.