Leeches

can’t you feel the heat,
that is coming your way.
taking all your pride,
and your reasons to stay.
judging by the fact,
that looked all the fancies
standing there alone,
I know it’s hard.
to hold back the feel.
deep in my head,
sliming in my eager.
I’ve got more time,
than my goodbyes.
can’t you feel the heat.
can’t you feel the heat,
that is coming your way.
tell you friends I’ve fucked up,
it’s soon anyway.
Give them that it’s late,
to talk the most exciting sending by you silent,
I know it’s hard.
to hold me the tears.
help in the sorrow,
laughter and cheers.
I’ve got more friends,
that money could buy!
and I don’t mean to sell,
the ball that Jennings,
but I might!
'cause all the ball I’ve had,
it’s worth the failures of my life.
and all because it’s sending,
that’s the reason of our strikes.
can’t you feel the heat,
that is coming your way.
can’t you feel the heat,
that is coming your way.
ohh! well it’s hard!
to stop in the hears.
giving to dive,
look back to the rear.
I felt more scare,
than money can buy!
can’t you feel the heat!
can’t you feel the, heat!
can’t you feel the heat!
can’t you feel the, heat!