Bauhaus
Endless Summer of the Damned
To the great indian in the sky
Our father resides in no sky
So this a form of patricide
In which the children also die

The Endless Summer of The Damned

Shed no tear for mother earth
Our mother but not ever bereft
In this season's manufacture
How long do we have here or not

The Endless Summer of The Damned

Now the ultra violet's violent