Jethro Tull - Heat Lyrics
When the rats are runningAnd the boys are gunningFor heads on a tin plate ---You can hear the footfallSoftly in the back yard.And the black jack is calledFace up on the last card.Youd better call your witnessIn your dirty business.Trop tard sera le cri.Better run while you can ---Better set the tall sail.Better make deep coverBefore the boys have you nailed.Theres just one chance to get away ---Ill catch up with you another day.Ill close my eyes and count to tenAnd come right after you again.Grab your credit cards ---Cash in on your resources.Take your passport from the drawer,Dont stop to change the horses.Get out of the heat.Now can you feel the pressure?Have you got the measureOf being a wanted man?Cold drink in your hand ---Hot sweat on your brow.And theres no understandingGoing to help you now.Grab your credit cards ---Cash in on your resources.Take your passport from the drawer,Dont stop to change the horses.Notify all partiesOf an earlier vacation.No use trying to board the trainAfter its left the station.Get out of the heat.
