Club Of The Sons
Текст песни Streetwork

It's hot to death here, where night sweat breaks the floor
And streets are left with caves for us and our cars to explore
So I go into them just to meet the animals
I want to feel at home but they don't know yet who I am

I did street work on the body
Things took their shape from the underwater light
Ten years my tent is the gutter
I've got no sense for another city, that's right
All in a hot night

The city is a temptress trying nothing new at all
With scars made for disguising all of the wounds she got on call
I feast with her on mudbugs till we both turn into one
I tried to tear our shell but I had no where else to run

I did street work on the body
Things took their shape from the underwater light
Ten years my tent is the gutter
I've got no sense for another city, thats right
All in a hot night

I did street work on the body
Things took their shape from the underwater light
Ten years my tent is the gutter
I've got no sense for another city, thats right
All in a hot night

I did street work on the body
Things took their shape from the underwater light
Ten years my tent is the gutter
I've got no sense for another city, thats right
All in a hot night

I got bit in caterpillar plague
Where mutant mice are all the rage
Chinese stake out Napoleon's grave
All in a hot night
Puppet show stare down snowball love
King Quintron and the Lord above
Are telling the locals not to shove
All in a hot night