Summer in the Slums Songtext
von Split Dogs

9 months of the year no ones here
But the sun comes out and the mobs appear
Cheap warm beer Broken glass
What′s your name love
Kiss my arse

Sun comes out
And the mobs appear
Cat call tiny balls
Yo bro!
Hold my beer

I've got my crew
And we make do
We don′t like much
But We Shure like you
I've got my crew
And we do the do
Break bread or we'll break your heads
My day ones through and through


Summer in the slums
We′re just looking for fun but the beer starts flowing
And the bad times come
I ain′t looking for love
Get the hell outa here
All up in my face
Stinking of fags and fear

Sun comes out
And the mobs appear
Cat call tiny balls
Yo bro!
Hold my beer

I've got my crew
And we make do
We don′t like much
But We Shure like you
I've got my crew
And we do the do
Break bread
Or we′ll break your heads
My day ones through and through


I've got my crew
And we make do
We don′t like much
But We Shure like you
I've got my crew
And we do the do
Break bread
Or we'll break your heads
My day ones through and through