So lay your dead
In our time rhyme
When it heat's on you
And then you stand
With flowers dead,
I'm in your head
Am I rain?
You can not say it,
July!
July!

If you try to be raised in pain,
It's an all-time high
And I've cried the blocked out train,
We have no desire
In the blink of a solid flame,
I can wash that pain aside
And we know we're insane
I'm coming right up riot
July (ooh,)
July (ooh,)

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Do you want it,
You need it,
You steal it,
Well, just to be there?

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Do you want it,
You need it,
You steal it,
Just to be there?

Ah
Now we live by the hope of the trade,
It's a fade-out scene
Under sun cause the black your shade
This is all I see
As the contract spreads to dream
Solid heat will find it clean
So the end of the ride is today
Well, I fought the land cause today it's

July! (Midnight above my ranch)
Oh (She's a goner)
July! (She said, hold on; you got my life)
Oh, oh (What I want,)
July! (I said, you want my God)

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Do you want it,
You need it,
You steal it,
Well just to be there?