jakemarley

"Too Hot" The Specials

Too hot, this town is too hot
Now they're calling for their guns
About to spoil the rude boys' fun
But rude boys never give up their guns
It's too hot

No man, can tell them what to do
Pound for pound, they say they're ruder than you
They are the boss, and no back down
You might have a couple you like
Choose your burial sight
Take insurance, make up your will
Come out and tell them, find them

The soldiers came back to you without them
The police force are afraid, they can't even touch them
They say "You think you're bad? Why don't you come out yourself"
These boys are calling for a fight, fighting tonight they don't lie
It's too hot

Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot
Too hot, too hot

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I've spent the whole day writing, but the temperature has been rising the whole day too, and it is now beyond the point I can tolerate, especially with this damned computer pumping out even hotter air. Plus, I've been drinking, which is a no no for me when it is hot. Since I have yet to come to my point, to Hell with it! I'll post this blather, order a steak sandwich, and go watch Rude Boy, featuring The Clash.

Heaven must exist for Joe Strummer and a million other righteous souls to keep him company throughout all eternity!