Tekster: The Walkmen. All Hands And The Cook.

Broke my back
Out in the yard
If you don?t like it
Won?t you tell me?

Work all day
And all the night
Later on
Can I help it?

By the way
It won't last
Rain will come
The summer?s passed

Three shots fired
To call us back
You were lost
When I found you

After all
You promised me
A broken nose
A twisted knee

Stop talking
To the neighbor?s dog
I got a temper
When it's late

Break all the windows
In my car
Burn down the room
When I?m asleep

Break out the bottles
When I go
I?ll dig a hole
For all your friends

If you don?t like it
Won?t you tell me
If you don?t like it?

Never saw it coming
Never saw it coming

By the way
It won't last
Rain will come
The summer?s passed