Manic Street Preachers - Die In The Summertime Lyrics
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it healsColour my hair but the dye grows outI cant seem to stay a fixed idealChildhood pictures redeem, clean and so sereneSee myself without running linesWhole days throwing sticks into streamsI have crawled so far sidewaysI recognise dim traces of creationI wanna die, die in the summertimeThe hole in my life even stains the soilMy heart shrinks to barely a pulseA tiny animal curled into a quarter circleIf you really care wash the feet of a beggarI have crawled so far sidewaysI recognise dim traces of creationI wanna die, die in the summertimeI have crawled so far sidewaysI recognise dim traces of creationI wanna die, die in the summertime.