Lyrics
Lock all your doors from the outside, this ain t the garden of eden
lock all your doors from the outside
You may begin to understand, feel the sound Ain't, lock all your doors from the outside
There ain t no angels above, lock all your doors from the outside Ain't, lock all your doors from the outside
Feel the sound, feel the sound
There ain t no angels above, but not so funny on the inside
Feel the sound, but not so funny on the inside
The key will dangle by the inside, there ain t no angels above
This ain t the garden of eden, this ain t the garden of eden, and things ain t like what they used to be and this ain t the summer of love
This ain t the summer of love, there ain t no angels above, and things ain t like what they used to be and this ain t the summer of love
There ain t no angels above, you may begin to understand Love, this ain t the summer
And things ain t like what they used to be and this ain t the summer of love, feel the sound, the key will dangle by the inside
this ain t the summer of love
And things ain t like what they used to be and this ain t the summer of love, for this is the night we ride Blue, this ain t the garden of eden
And things ain t like what they used to be and this ain t the summer of love, this ain t the summer, and things ain t like what they used to be and this ain t the summer of love
pray for rain
But not so funny on the inside, you may begin to understand, on the night we ride this ain t the summer of love
This ain t the summer, this ain t the summer of love, this ain t the garden of eden
But not so funny on the inside, but not so funny on the inside
There ain t no angels above, there ain t no angels above
But not so funny on the inside, feeling easy on the outside, this ain t the garden of eden
There ain t no angels above, there ain t no angels above, this ain t the garden of eden
On the night we ride this ain t the summer of love, this ain t the summer of love Summer, the key will dangle by the inside
That this is the night we ride, this ain t the garden of eden
The key will dangle by the inside, but not so funny on the inside Cult, but not so funny on the inside
There ain t no angels above, pray for rain
This ain t the garden of eden, on the night we ride this ain t the summer of love, that this is the night we ride
You may begin to understand, feeling easy on the outside, pray for rain
That this is the night we ride, and things ain t like what they used to be and this ain t the summer of love
this ain t the summer
Feel the sound, you may begin to understand