The Guards Themselves

Who will guard the guards themselves from taking over,
I know you never listened to a single word I told you,
I have the brains to tell you its finished and I’m not coming back now,
I’m not coming back now
You are hotter than
Asphalt in December
You are hotter than
The sun in January
I lost my heart
In the month of February
I’ve got it back now that its March