The summer of love has gone There’s a feeling something’s wrong What ever the action is It’s never a hit, it’s always a miss
Once door out now a jail The more you try, the more you fail Promises turn to dust Now out, once a must
You make the flame, they’ll burn it down They will make you a king And then take your crown You are the life, don’t it give away Hip today, tomorrow yesterday So, let this be the very last time
Donwana see no Donwana see no Them fake smiles
Donwana take no Donwana take no More of that shameless guile
Donwana hear no Donwana hear no False alibis
Donwana do no Donwana do no The stuff they hype, alright!
The conception was unreal All that’s left’s fucked up deal Makes you wonder why Why even bother to try
