Lyrics Hot Hot Heat

Hot Hot Heat

Word to Water

French kiss the asses of the masses

when they ask which ways the fastest to Hong Kong.

I don't know I've never been, but soon I'll be.

Tell the operator "sell you later", at this point in starving.

Give me a minute and I'll tell you when I'm ready to go underwater.

All of my bastard children knew right from the very beginning.

They knew exactly what I was thinking.

They knew I was sinning and sinking.

Walk a million miles to tell a thousand lies to a smile on the face.

The substitute for what's lacking was far more complete the second time through.