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Performed By: Summer On Venus
Length: 2:24
Written by: Brandon Abiuso
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Summer On Venus - Modern Vintage Lyrics




Send me to a new age
Read me from a new page
Tenfold, a centerfold
Lincoln lives! The reverend's old

Sickening, flickering, in the heat's got me cold and out of breath
Smoldering, scolding, sunshine soldiering's not for kids
Shattering, scattering, acid rain pattering, this whole world was made for you
Pushing, pulling, patriots schooling anyone who finds out something true

Perfectly free and out of time
'Tis of thee but 'tis not mine
Dead end streets alight by angst
Intellectual hunger pangs

Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah

Poverty's an age-old sin
Senator-saints are marching in
Drop their bombs, then win a Nobel
This place can be a f*cking hard sell

Burning, turning, courts adjourning, slush funds fan the justice flame
Judicious mumbling, arrogant tumbling, f*ck me Lord, accept my shame
House is down, bless the crown, holy honorific worshiping
Caressing, stressing, children are addressing desperate collective bargaining

People say it's worse out there
Then they throw away their lives for a little health care
Another voice of reason's what I really gotta hear
But you can't hear shit in an echo chamber

Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah

Ooo, I'm dying

Rather be red than dead
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Send me to a new age
Read me from a new page
Tenfold, a centerfold
Lincoln lives! The reverend's old

Sickening, flickering, in the heat's got me cold and out of breath
Smoldering, scolding, sunshine soldiering's not for kids
Shattering, scattering, acid rain pattering, this whole world was made for you
Pushing, pulling, patriots schooling anyone who finds out something true

Perfectly free and out of time
'Tis of thee but 'tis not mine
Dead end streets alight by angst
Intellectual hunger pangs

Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah

Poverty's an age-old sin
Senator-saints are marching in
Drop their bombs, then win a Nobel
This place can be a f*cking hard sell

Burning, turning, courts adjourning, slush funds fan the justice flame
Judicious mumbling, arrogant tumbling, f*ck me Lord, accept my shame
House is down, bless the crown, holy honorific worshiping
Caressing, stressing, children are addressing desperate collective bargaining

People say it's worse out there
Then they throw away their lives for a little health care
Another voice of reason's what I really gotta hear
But you can't hear shit in an echo chamber

Oh, oh yeah, yeah
Oh, ah ooo, ooo
Oh, oh yeah, yeah

Ooo, I'm dying

Rather be red than dead
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Writer: Brandon Abiuso
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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