Jethro Tull Heat текст песни, слова песни Heat Jethro Tull
Jethro Tull - Heat
And the boys are gunning
For heads on a tin plate -
You can hear the football
Softly in the back yard
And the black Jack is called
Face up on the last card.
You'd better call your witness
In your dirty business
Trop tard sera le cri
Better run while you can -
Better set the tall sail
Better make deep cover
Before the boys have you nailed.
There's just one chance to get away -
I'll catch up with you another day.
I'll close my eyes and count to ten
And come right after you again.
Grab your credit cards - cash in your resources
Take your passport from the drawer.
Don't stop to change the horses.
Get out of the Heat
Now can you feel the pressure ?
Have you got the measure
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