They got me counting bodies for the government
Now my dreams all smell like petroleum
And my veins are filled with bitumen
The money never hurt anybody but
It tends to make you dumb and over-confident
And it's that confidence that's killing us
And little girls, what's the world want your bodies for
We're building statues for the saviours of the parking lot
But all we got is fear and gasoline
And the summer never killed a single one of us
It's only what we did for the f*ck of it
But it's the f*ck of it that always does us in
There's just something about it