From the recording Waste of Air LP
Dear Summer (03:04)
Written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Recorded by Twisted RootZ
Mixed by Gimson
Mastered by Pete Maher
© Gimson 2020 / Half Dead Records 2020
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017
Lyrics
VERSE 1
British sea side resorts sun burnt vest lines and shorts
Patriotism tells immigrants to get back to the port
From the sun burnt know it all with cartoon tattoos
Trying to make his country great with his extremist right views
Iron gut from hops hop hop to the loo
20 pence to try stop smack heads from doing what they do
Fat fucks divulging in frozen calf feed
The merry go rounds still lost in the same spot as last week
Cellulite, moobs, varicose veins
Society stains, Britain unchained
Brexit complains, exiles in Spain
School dinner massacre round 2 of Dunblane
Jamie Oliver blames you for what you've did to these brats
Rolls up to school gates taking out all who is fat
Headlines read "you want some burger sauce with that"
Katie Hopkins with her blame finger smug whilst she aims at
Anything that slightly disgruntles White privileges
Brain dead nationalists experts in pillages
From game meat to Wall's, cities or villages
A retarded high horse stud fucking the Britannic
VERSE 2
You can't argue with black and white when it's robots policing streets
We are nature, mathematics grey area
Finding flaws in our holograph - particles of uncertainty
I find flaws in myself when you look at me a certain way
As if I truly am a self a separated entity
Most folk are simple only discuss who will win the league
Engage in small talk about the weather and moan about the autumn leaves
Goodbye summer, hell has frozen over
No more 50 year cycles but they forecast it to get colder
Nationalism, police state, factories full of un-purchased shit
No employment line, employments now an urban myth
Abolished health care plagued with the starved and sick
We went from a junk food culture to unwillingly starving kids
We went from a junk food culture to unwillingly starving kids
VERSE 3
I wanna bask in the sun, I wanna bask in the sun
I wanna glass full of rum, I wanna glass full of rum
I wanna have me some fun but I can't have none
Cuz neoliberalism just merked everyone
Boom, bust, boom, bust, boom, bust, crash
The final depression the days of last
Then we flooded the globe because of greed and class
No tickets for the arc with this worthless cash
You will die down here for your planet is trashed
And when the summer melts the ice it reveals our ash
Dear summer