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Sweat

 

Sweat

(альбом: Good For Your Soul - 1983)


Sweat!

Born for trouble; poised for action
Ready to spring at a moment's notice
Nerves like a trigger waiting to be pulled
Covered with sweat; it ain't nice

Sweat!
Help me, please—I'm burning up
I got this fire in my heart
Won't let me sleep; can't concentrate
Even when it's cold, I'm dripping sweat
It ain't nice

Sweat!
Rivers running down my back
Makes me slippery, like a fish
If I don't stop, I might drown
Falling down, down, down, down; not dead yet
Covered with
Sweat

The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun
(Where did they go?)
They fell in love and suffer
(Where did they go?)
They picked up guns and hammers
(Where did they go?)
Without friction, there's no heat
Without heat, there can't be fire
Without fire, there's no desire
You're making me hot, hot, hot, hot!

Sweat! Sweat!
Take my baby, Saturday night
It's 110; it's all right
Close the door to my little room
Starting to sweat; fun starts soon

Sweat!
Principal caught me after school
Gave me hell; called me a fool
Pointed his finger at my face
Started to sweat all over the place
Flowed like rivers onto the floor
I can take it—give me some more

Sweat!
War breaks out throughout the land
Dodging bullets in the sand
Enemy's getting much too close
Sun beats down on the back of my neck
Fingers twichin'; covered with sweat
Covered with sweat

The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun
(Where did they go?)
They fell in love and suffer
(Where did they go?)
They picked up guns and hammers
(Where did they go?)
Without friction, there's no heat
Without heat, there can't be fire
Without fire, there's no desire
You're making me hot, hot, hot, hot!

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