Pacino in Heat

I was chasing a canary in a coal mine

Running to the pickaxe beat

I was coming down that narrow shaft

With soot on my face and blisters on my feet

I used to go out dancing

Had my fair share of romancing, honey

I would give Pablo a run for his money

I was feeling like Pacino in Heat

Don't give 'em what they want

Just take what you need

Hear the click of a gun

From the back back seat

Keep your hands on the wheel

And the boots on your feet

Grow some hair on your chest

Find a bongo to beat

I was working as a line cook

In a purgatory shit shack

With just a roof hatch for a window

I would look up at the sky

I fell on my knees, and I prayed good God

Living inside, living inside, living inside is not so much fun

How did you become such a bore?

Love is easy, life is a whore

Out of focus but within reach

Each day, I find reasons to preach

How did you become such a bore?

Love is easy, life is a whore

Out of focus but within reach

Each day, I find reasons to preach

So there I was on my knees

Greasy tiles, then suddenly the whole sky went black

I heard a voice behind the clouds

Calling me out, calling me out

I fell, and I fell through the floor

And I stumbled down until I couldn't stumble down no more

Those ominous words that I heard

Still haunt me in my sleep

Don't give 'em what they want

What do you want?

Just take what you need

Well, define need

Hear the click of a gun

Are you for real?

From the back back seat

From the back back seat

Keep your hands on the wheel

On the wheel

And the boots on your feet

On your feet

Grow some hair on your chest

Find a bongo to beat

Don't give 'em what they want

Just take what you need

Hear the click of a gun

From the back back seat

Keep your hands on the wheel

And the boots on your feet

Grow some hair on your chest

Find a bongo to beat