White Hot (Red Rider)

Waiting by the shoreline In Somalia for your reply I need you to come see me That's no lie The guns are getting closer The sweat pours like dew That fell from the trees in Tripoli In the spring I'm white hot I can't take it anymore I'm white hot By the Somalian shore Yes, I'm burning to the core I need rain Cast out from the jungle With no rations or canteen For selling faulty rifles To the thieves in Tanzania Adventures and misfortune Nothing wagered, nothing gained I have wandered through the desert Found the ocean, not the rain I can remember the nights by The Strand in Tripoli We were so much cooler then I had you and my poetry to protect me We were so much younger then I need rain I'm white hot I can't take it anymore I'm white hot By the Somalian shore I'm white hot Yes, I'm burning to the core I need rain, I need rain, I need rain I can remember the nights by the sea in Tripoli Were were so much colder then I had you and my poetry to protect me We were both soldiers then Bolder then, colder then I need rain, I need rain, I need rain White hot White hot... Water