To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie Summertime

this is wrong so i get myself up
its tough to remember
that inside you're so high
how does it feel like love?

summertime has passed us by
but it's not the coldest days that's drawn us dry
early morning, people say
another waking moment to go a wry
why do you look so gray
fonder isn't it, when another day wasn't today

rest, rest, rest, rest
by all means
rest, rest, rest, rest
it's all that it seems
rest, rest, rest, rest
by all means
rest, rest, rest, rest
it's all that it seems