Hot Damn Thing کے بول

High above the hillside I awake the honey bee Skintight and Bonafide I'm so glad you came Now you seek a burning tree Up along the wayside You wear a rosary And step into the flame Burn like the Sun In your own Babylon Hot damn thing In a sugar stack zone Hot damn thing In a whippin' cyclone Spit it out and go beneath Let it go, like a thief My sweet little blue jade Dancing on a riptide Burn like the Sun In your own Babylon Hot damn thing In a sugar stack zone Hot damn thing In a whippin' cyclone Hot damn thing Tell me how do you sleep Hot damn thing Make a poor boy weep Oh-oh, make a poor boy weep Burn like the Sun In your own Babylon Hot damn thing In a sugar stack zone Hot damn thing In a whippin' cyclone Hot damn thing Tell me how do you sleep Hot damn thing Oh, oh-yeah Make a poor boy weep Make a poor boy weep, yeah Oh-oh, yeah, alright