Hot House
Im the man who wakes up in the middle of everynight my legs are
Steaming with rain beneath the cool cool trees the minute i
Touch you... it aint fair i wanna be close to warm this awful
Home throught the middle of me the whole world loves a sad song
And they don't have to sing we hide in the hot house loaded with
Thrills second only to none here in this hot house we sit and
Sing and rant and rave in our lovely hot house closed my eyes
Walking to the store found our mattress beside those old deadly
Trakes we slept for a week cinders on the sheets you went away
& called and said you had to stay another day the whole
World loves a sad song & they don't have to sing we hide in
The hot house...
