i always dread the end of summer

we rode up to the gwb

during the sticky death knell of august

with a plastic bag full of malt liquor

drinking on the fdr

and getting serious like

this could be the end of our lives

so bring it on

i'm tired of waiting

this could be the end of our lives

and you know there's no reward for hesitating

we broke down outside los gatos

and no all ages matinee benefit show was gonna save us

i always dread the end of summer

when amy leaves town

yeah

when james ain't around

this could be the end of our lives

burning through a once great nation

this could be the end of our lives

so bring it on

i'm tired of waiting

they say

dream and dream real big