It's all been done before
Miss you a ton, for sure
No one will lay a hand
I'll make you understand

Attica, baby!
Call it love

How can I ever sway
Your heart on this dog day
Too poor to take the pill
I'll name you in my will

Attic, Baby!
Call it love

It's all been done to death
I'll give you my last breath
I can't admit defeat
I'm standing in the street

Yelling

Attica, baby!
Call it love