Murder in the Summer

Sunset’s dripping in blood
Cut throat like a diamond
Loneliness on the pavement
Desert dry ain’t no clouds on the horizon

Yeah they vultures
All in color, circle
Something waiting in the mirror

I guess that there’s no running
But I like the feeling

Is everyone here for the show
My naked body on the stone
Palm trees with their necks all broke
‘cause it’s murder in the summer
Sun is getting redder

Hey pretty got that perfect execution
Go and chase your dreams yeah here’s some hot confusion
These memories paint the city in vermillion
Caught in quicksand but that selfie is perfection

All them thirsty angels
High on their stilettos
Why don’t you graveyard shift on my body
Feel the warm air hit on my body