Last Gasp at Calama

Out in the street, free and young
 Songs of the great god, wild on my tongue
 Here come the new guys again
 Humorless men
 Let he who's without sin
 Throw the first one, like you said
 Let anyone else throw the second
 As long as it connects with your head
 One summer, then all of this is gone
 One more summer, then no more swan
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 Hand me a torch, why not?
 Let's get some kicks in while the flame's still hot
 They'll do what they were gonna do anyway
 But Carthage may rise again one day
 With the measure that you used
 So shall it be measured to you
 So you say, and it's true
 One summer, then all of this is gone
 One more summer, then no more swan