This Ain't the Summer of Love - Blue Öyster Cult

Feeling easy on the outside

But not so funny on the inside

Feel the sound, pray for rain

For this is the night we ride

This ain’t the garden of Eden

There ain’t no angels above

And things ain’t like what they used to be And this ain’t the summer of love

Lock all your doors from the outside

The key will dangle by the inside

You may begin to understand

That this is the night we ride

This ain’t the garden of eden

There ain’t no angels above

And things ain’t like what they used to be And this ain’t the summer of love

On the night we ride… this ain’t the summer of love.

This ain’t the garden of eden

There ain’t no angels above

And things ain’t like what they used to be And this ain’t the summer of love

This ain’t the summer, this ain’t, this ain’t

This ain’t the summer of love