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DON'T
LET ME DIE IN HEAT
Wood grain and shellac
A light shines on your back
It's not that I'm opposed to that
It's just the interest that I lack
You got the devil burning down below
Oh, spare me would ya, Jack?
Yeah, the fires of Hell, they burn so slow
They knock my feelings out of whack
But God don't let me die in heat
I can't help crawling at your feet
free me from this aching beat
Oh God, please, please
Don't let me die in heat
Yeah put that thing down, Rainbow
Tail light cowboys always act surprised
Alone ain't all that bad
Just don't pretend to sympathize
I can't forget our nights up north
Kerouac, karoke, and me of course
I'm always the philosopher when everybody's drunk
I'm blind I think, I thought, I thunk, but...
God don't let me die in heat
Beneath your rancid raw-ass meat
Under your heated football seat
Oh God, please, please
Don't let me die in heat
Well those foolish lonely limping clowns
People like that always bring me down
Infected sores bleed all around
But I remember those days of milk and cream
And now the dudes they all run dry
And dyed-black hair never makes them cry
If you fuck the poet, you'll make him die
But it's just in your silly twisted dream, and...
God don't let me die in heat
Okay, I'll try to keep it all discrete
Meet me down on your back street
Right here on the cold, hard concrete
Yeah, release me from your burning gleet
And free me from this aching beat
I'm underneath your snapping bear-trap seat
Yeah, between your flea-bite, blood-stained sheets
Oh God, please, please
Don't let me die in heat
CREDITS:
Joseph D'Angora - Vocals, Rythym
Graham Taylor - Bass
Mike Hare - Lead Guitar
Steve Stames - Drums
Toby Ricci - Violin
Recorderd by: Rocker Tom
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