Hot hands Move things I write in his wall I have no mind at all Hot things Move him I write on his wall I have no heart at all I think she's a pretty
One, two, three, four How many, many people outside your door? Two, three, four, five How many, many people outside? Four, three, two, one I don't think
Slept for a long time Gone for a long time If you ain't hiding You can't see Stand me where i can see you Fill my pockets, fill me in If I ain't collecting
t relieve, believe the pressure in my head It's a game of chance, I whisper in your ear Fall apart along the way Don't you ever see it through Jesus said in heaven
I used to listen I used to hear Inside the wall Now I don't hear at all
(Instrumental)
I saw him first on Summer Street He held my breath A famous face And instant death He saw me next One lonesome body One lonesome song No lonesome body