Race yourself, race yourself

Your last chance, last summer

Your last dance to beat to your own drummer.

Go out fighting.

Go out young.

A flash of lightning Cliffs the sun Last chance

Last summer, your last dance beat to your own drummer

Go on fighting, go on young, flash on lightning, eclipse the sun, trace yourselves.

Brace yourself.

Brace yourself.

Brace yourself for the knock knock.

That's right.

That's right.

Oh,

I'll try to watch it one more time.

Oh, say, can you tell by the dawn's

Lost in it.

You should call it a day

Six, seven, eight.

Your last chance, last summer

Your last dance to beat your own drum

Go out fighting Go out young

The flash of lighting clips the sun

Brace yourselves

Brace yourself