The summer of love has gone
There’s a feeling something’s wrong
What ever the action is
It’s never a hit, it’s always a miss
Once door out now a jail
The more you try, the more you fail
Promises turn to dust
Now out, once a must
You make the flame, they’ll burn it down
They will make you a king
And then take your crown
You are the life, don’t it give away
Hip today, tomorrow yesterday
So, let this be the very last time
Donwana see no
Donwana see no
Them fake smiles
Donwana take no
Donwana take no
More of that shameless guile
Donwana hear no
Donwana hear no
False alibis
Donwana do no
Donwana do no
The stuff they hype, alright!
The conception was unreal
All that’s left’s fucked up deal
Makes you wonder why
Why even bother to try
