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by Soul Asylum


Intro: 

                                                          
Sister got bit by a copperhead snake in the woods behind the house
                                                                
And nobody was home so I grabbed her foot and I sucked that poison out

Sister got better in a month or two when the swelling it went down
                                                    
But I started off my teenage years with a poison in my mouth

Chorus:
                                               
And we were too young to be hippies missed out on love
                                                        
Return to our teen in the late seventies in a summer of the drugs


                                                        
Mommy and Daddy could never understand that life was never cold
                                                 
Their idea of a rollicking town was a kitchen tap appall

Acid, grass, downs and speed, junked us days were made of
                                                            
How could they suspect those kids where the monsters eat their makers

Chorus:
                                                 
And they were too young to be hippies missed out on love
                                
We learned from the teens of the late seventies in a
            
Summer of the drugs

                
Boys and girls in every town
                 
Sandman spread his sand around
                                     
Now we are just waking up from a summer of drugs

                                       
Hey hey (hey hey), woh woh (woh woh), uh-huh (uh-huh)
                                          
Hey yeah (hey yeah), hey hey (hey hey), woh woh (woh woh)
           
Oh yeah yeah yeah

                                                           
Mommies and Daddies are too shy to talk about those birds and bees
                                             
Integrated schools had stopped, facts of life please

Girls and boys went away came back, empty after weekend
                                                 
The talk on the phone consisted of a hush, voices speaking

Chorus:
                                                 
And they were too young to be hippies missed out on love
                                                        
Return to our teen in the late seventies in a summer of the drugs

                        
And they were too young (too young)
                       
And they were too fast (too fast)
                  
    Oh, the summer of drugs