How's it going to feel when summer ends? Out of money, out of friends I've seen enough of nothing new The blacker stain on history or last laugh blues Not gonna fight, not gonna cry Not gonna shop around for one flag to fly I've seen enough, inventor's age I've cover up my face, brownbeaten shame I've got the itch, I feel the sting Like fallen in to the deepest sleep, telephone rings How's it going to feel when summer ends? Out of money, out of friends How's it going to feel when summer ends? Out of money, out of friends I've seen enough, the angry mob Yeah they were unison da-da-da They can't be stopped Sitting at home, making plans Don't wanna be another silly set of accident hands How's it going to feel when summer ends? Out of money, out of friends How's it going to feel when summer ends? Out of money, out of friends