This Ain't The Summer of Love

Blue Oyster Cult · Agents of Fortune

Feeling easy on the outside
But not so funny on the inside
Feel the sound and pray for rain
Â’Cause this is the night we ride

This ainÂ’t the garden of Eden
There ainÂ’t no angels above
And things ainÂ’t what they used to be
And this ainÂ’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 ainÂ’t the garden of Eden
There ainÂ’t no angels above
And things ainÂ’t like they used to be
And this ainÂ’t the summer of love
The summer of love

On the night we ride This ainÂ’t the summer of love
On the night we ride This ainÂ’t the summer of love
On the night we ride This ainÂ’t the summer of love
On the night we ride This ainÂ’t the summer of love

This ainÂ’t the garden of Eden
There ainÂ’t no angels above
And things ainÂ’t what they used to be and
This ainÂ’t, this ainÂ’t, this ainÂ’t, this ainÂ’t

This ainÂ’t the garden of Eden
There ainÂ’t no angels above
And things ainÂ’t what theyÂ’re supposed to be
And this ainÂ’t the summer
This ainÂ’t the summer
This ainÂ’t, this ainÂ’t, this ainÂ’t
The summer of love