Hot House

im the man who wakes up in the middle
of everynight my legs are steaming
with rain beneath the cool
cool trees the minute i touch you...
it aint fair i wanna be close to warm
this awful home throught the middle
of me the whole world loves
a sad song and they don't have
to sing we hide
in the hot house loaded
with thrills second only
to none here in this hot house
we sit and sing and rant and rave
in our lovely hot house closed my eyes
walking to the store found our mattress
beside those old deadly trakes we slept
for a week cinders on the sheets
you went away & called and said
you had to stay another day the whole
world loves a sad song & they
don't have to sing we hide in the hot house...