We are the usual suspects Drinkin' out in public Spewin' out our usual lines Drivin' with a mob crew With a lot of nothin' to do Except livin' up these blue collar crimes... And some boys from the south end Starin' at my girlfriend But I'll deal with that some other time 'Cause I'm headin' for the border This life is out of order And I gotta leave these loogans behind... Now I'm hidin' from sunshine Sure ain't the first time... Waitin' my life... On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite This story's in the stars And I don't need a telescope I was taught at the elite school But I learned from a street fool That success is just a state of your mind He said, "You can have all the money and have a good-lookin' honey, and still feel like you're caught in the grind" Now I'm hidin' from sunshine I'm so sick of the dayti-i-i-ime Sure ain't the first time... Waitin' my life... On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite (Hidin' from sunshine) On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite (Sick of the daytime) On a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite This story's in the stars And I don't need a telescope They're shooting movie scenes in bars And it's all just mirrors and smoke...sssssssssss-poof Oooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Well, on a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite (Hidin' from sunshine) Well, on a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite (Oh, so sick of the daytime) Well, on a su-ummer ni-i-i-ite (Oh, you know it ain't the first time) You know, the su-ummer niiiiiiiite On a su-ummer niiiiiiiite On a su-ummer niiiiiiiite On a su-ummer niiiiiiiite Lovers in the cars listenin' to the radi...o