Texty: Hot Hot Heat. Make Up The Breakdown. This Town.
Gonna walk right through this town
and laugh with a crowd of strangers chasing me.
Never stop to look behind my back,
so tell me what they said
because I fear my life's in danger now in this town.
How did you get to my motel -do tell soon.
Gonna walk right through this town again
with a crowd of strangers watching me,
picking every little thing apart.
So, tell me what they said
because I get attitude from this town -in this town.
How did you get to this town?
...Through this town?
Gonna walk right through this town again
knowing that I'm only here tonight.
Never cared to stop and say hello;
so, tell me what they said
because I don't have time to hang around in this town.
Maybe... maybe I should think to stay.
Maybe I won't ever return.
Maybe... maybe I should stop and play.
Gonna walk right through this town again.
But, all I know is I really should be on my way.
Wouldn't mind one more night in town.
Hot Hot Heat
Hot Hot Heat