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Saturday, 06 January 2007 |
Lyrics by Danny Elfman
A southern-fried version, "Country Sweat", can be heard on Boingo Alive -- a 2-disc compilation of Boingo's best re-recorded live in the studio.
Sweat!
Sweat!
Sweat!
Born for trouble, poised for action
Ready to spring at a moments 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
(Chorus)
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 suffered
(where did they go? )
They picked up guns and hammers
(where did they go? )
Without friction there's no heat
Without heat there's no fire
Without fire there's no desire
You're making me hot, hot, hot, hot!
Sweat! sweat!
Take my baby, Saturday night
It's hundred and ten, it's alright
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 to close
Sun beats down on the back of my neck
Fingers twitchin', covered with sweat
Covered with sweat
Chorus
Sweat!
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