L.O.S.E. (Land of the Summer's Eve)
I know you're lonely, I know you are blue
Somethings missing- it's that attitude

Go into town, find the newest spot
A dot on the map, it's cool
That you know what's hot

Jump on the trolley, jump on the bus
Look for the steel and glass
But you just missed us

You're going to bend your hat
You're going to comb your beard
You're ready now

You're going to get real weird
In the pot of gold at the end of the art school rainbow
The land of the summer's eve

Won't you spend some time with the drones?
The Land of the Summer's Eve
Don't it make you feel right at home?

Man, don't you feel so alone?
The subculture crap you bought is a come-on.
An adverti!@&(t selling cell phones and tampons.

Now the sweetest have gone sour
In an army on the march to the happy hour
A sea of ironic tattooed limbs

Where you look like her and she looks like him
Its the pot of gold at the end of your art school rainbow.