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