You're lying there Hating everything you cannot control You roll around, push it down Light it up, smoke another bowl You're knee deep in the thick of it Lost the summer in my head Lost the summer in my head Freedom to believe in something That you cannot understand Freedom to cradle a pistol In the palm of your hand Lost the summer in my head Lost the summer in my head One in the top drawer Why not it's the good old USA I got friends in the government Got friends in the SPCA Lost the summer in my head Lost the summer in my head Lost the summer in my head Lost the summer in my head