Lyrics

After the wreck of your day crumbles And pieces have been put away Only the loneliest still want to stay In a house where the weirdness went on Hung like a crook in the yard You carry the can but she's making it hard to recall The unbearable joy and fidelity sworn For the summertime bloom Aaaaah You're unravelling just down the line Chances are you're not gonna be fine Aaaaah When they said that relief will come soon They were just trying to get out the room Your death comes in June Number 9 comes at you like a punch It couldn't care less if you've finished your lunch Or if you're the best in a miserable bunch Your end doesn't wait for consent Any thoughts that you haven't read first Need to be knocked out of you by the nurse Who administers something to make you feel worse Remember to stop talking sense Aaaaah You're unravelling just down the line Chances are you're not gonna be fine Aaaaah When they said that relief would come soon They were just trying to get out the room Your death comes in June Your death comes in June Aaaaah You're unravelling just down the line Chances are you're not gonna be fine Aaaaah When they said that relief will come soon They were just trying to get out the room Your death comes in June Your death comes in June Your death comes in June