They come
out at night
in the summer months
so loud
sometimes you can’t think
they are
calling
calling
hey sweet
thing
how you get
them jeans on girl
they are young
and their wings are new
black leather jackets over their shoulder
they are calling
calling
hey sweet thing
did it hurt
when you
fell outta heaven
they come out at night
in the summer months
beat their bare white chests and sing
what you say girl
c'mon sugar
I don't bite
not on your life
you tell 'em
and they
say
aw girl
you so cold
their wings
are new
and they
follow you
silent
all through the day
in the
summer night
they are calling
calling
cicadas
they’re all the same.