Last Gasp at Calama

Out in the street

Free and young

Songs of the Great God

Wild on my tongue

Here come the new guys again

Humorless men

Let he who's without sin

Throw the first one, like you said

Let anyone else throw the second

As long as it connects with your head

One summer, then all of this is gone

One more summer, then no more swan

Hand me a torch why not

Let's get some kicks in while the flame's still hot

They'll do what they were gonna do anyway

But Carthage may rise again one day

"With the measure that you used, so shall it be measured to you"

So you say, and it's true

One summer, then all of this is gone

One more summer, then no more swan