Lyrics

If the steam drill broke John Henry,
What can my hands do in this city?
And what can a quiet man do in a frightened neighborhood?
Oh, tell me, where are we going?
Yeah, the summer's getting heavy
And you and your friends will dress so pretty
If I try and take this sidewalk heat-rock as a bed
And let me rest deep
Some men get used to it
Written by: Kevin Lauterjung
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