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 --- Last Gasp at Calama - The Mountain Goats