Lyrics Poison Idea

Poison Idea

Hot Time

A real hot time in the Old Town

Small white punk packs a big black gun

Unthinkable thoughts await the innocent

In the bright midnight sun

And your crew was totally whacked

They'd tax the shirt right off your back

(Or the shorts right off your ass)

Now the attention of detention

Warmth of a person in the heat of a prison

You think you're real be-A-D

A real tough M-A-N

Cause you have a G-you-N

Now you're going to O-see-I