Now kid, I know I haven't been a perfect man And I've avoided doing things I know I can But if I've learned one thing the tattoo on my arm Will burn into
all night, no reservations Hittin? that river, strippin? down till the sun comes up Oh, I want, oh, I want, oh, I want a summer of love June flew by
the springtime When all the flowers were in bloom And like the flowers our love blossomed We married in the month of June Our love was like a burning
and keep steppin' Let the children feel the rain, 'cause if they feel the rain From the wettenin' they stand to gain I came into the game, it felt like the middle of June
You wear it well and when I see that silhouette It makes me wanna give you something that you'll never forget I'm on fire, yeah how we desire, I'm burning
it well, and when I see that silhouette it makes me want to give you something that you'll never forget. I'm on fire, and how we desire I'm burning baby
to really make you rub and scrub I say, pass the Dutchie pon the left hand side Pass the Dutchie pon the left hand side It a gonna burn (Give me music
names and a thousand faces One light burning fiercely I was tired of January, I was tired of June I felt a change a-comin', oh I was tired of January, tired of June
was a rock star Prayer under pressure of violent anguish Prayer under pressure of violent anguish Early morning exorcisms keep me awake Seven stars surround me as I burn
whisper near you fire and virtue got to keep a light burning all day whatever happened to old-fashioned face value straight talking went out with June
my body You'll never find me, you'll never pull me in In my body, the lonely creatures The lonely creatures scream Junes of cast left tired in their bones sleep Burned
Spicher, Story, Stuart It's been ten long years since the devil laid his fiddle at Johnny's feet And it burned inside his mind the way he suffered
Been ten long years since the devil laid his fiddle at Johnny's feet, and it burned inside his mind the way he suffered that defeat. In the darkest pits
higher And it drank, drank, drank But it kept on getting drier Now it burns burns burns This tree's on fire This tree's on fire June, call 9 1 1, June
a while, now the lie in the laughter Can burn through a hole in my ears Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam And burning the skin of a kid Hypereal
A ragged man came shuffling through A puppet king on the 4th of June And butterflies from all around Settled on his paper crown A pretty sight it seemed
close to or far from your conscience? as the petals of life decay "ignorance is bliss" the sad remiss to the clarion call of today (see how it burns