Forced to hide behind closed doors
Hide away from Summer’s sun
Hide away from Summer’s gun.
No cool air here, just stifling heat
But better to lie sweating in bed
Than to lie in the street dead.
Playgrounds sit in cemetery stillness
Now only phantoms play here
Only ghosts have no reason to fear.
Doesn’t matter if the shot
Comes from black or from blue
Either way it still kills you.