Jack, Amanda Palmer - In The Heat Of The Summer lyrics
[Jack, Amanda Palmer - In The Heat Of The Summer lyrics]
In the heat of the summer
When the pavements were burning
The soul of a city was ravaged in the night
After the city sun was sinkin'
Now no one knows how it started
Why the windows were shattered
But deep in the dark, someone set the spark
And then it no longer mattered
Down the street they were rumbling
All the tempers were ragin' oh, where, oh
Where are the white silver tongues
Who forgot to listen to the warnings?
On and on come the angry
No longer following reason
And all the stores were the target now
Where just the other day they were buyin'
Drunk with the memory of the ghetto
Drunk with the lure of the looting
And the memory of the uniforms
Shoving with their sticks
Asking, "Are you looking for trouble?"
"No, no, no, " moaned the mayor
"It's not the way of the order
Oh, stay in your homes, please
Leave us alone
We'll be glad to talk in the morning"
"For shame, for shame, " wrote the papers
"Why the hurry to your hunger?
Now the rubble's resting on
Your broken streets
So you see what your rage has unraveled"
Baricades sadly were risin'
Bricks were heavily flyin'
And the loudspeaker drowned like
A whisperin' sound
When compared to the angered emotions
And when the fury was over
And the shame was replacing the anger
So wrong, so wrong
But we've been down to long
And we had to make somebody listen
In the heat of the summer
When the pavements were burning
The soul of a city was ravaged in the night
After the city sun was sinkin'
Now no one knows how it started
Why the windows were shattered
But deep in the dark, someone set the spark
And then it no longer mattered
Down the street they were rumbling
All the tempers were ragin' oh, where, oh
Where are the white silver tongues
Who forgot to listen to the warnings?
On and on come the angry
No longer following reason
And all the stores were the target now
Where just the other day they were buyin'
Drunk with the memory of the ghetto
Drunk with the lure of the looting
And the memory of the uniforms
Shoving with their sticks
Asking, "Are you looking for trouble?"
"No, no, no, " moaned the mayor
"It's not the way of the order
Oh, stay in your homes, please
Leave us alone
We'll be glad to talk in the morning"
"For shame, for shame, " wrote the papers
"Why the hurry to your hunger?
Now the rubble's resting on
Your broken streets
So you see what your rage has unraveled"
Baricades sadly were risin'
Bricks were heavily flyin'
And the loudspeaker drowned like
A whisperin' sound
When compared to the angered emotions
And when the fury was over
And the shame was replacing the anger
So wrong, so wrong
But we've been down to long
And we had to make somebody listen
In the heat of the summer