Pop Will Eat Itself 92 Degrees Farenheit (the 3rd Degree)
3rd degree The heat myestery spree Catch me when I fall some would have it said That there's no reason To be here But just love it all Night or day I got a place to stay A padded cell to get well A lifelong swansong for y'all This heat's unreasonable The seasonal bad vibes Come as no surprise Bugged and tuggeds in 92 directions There's murder in my eyes Locked indoors I kill without a cause A 92 meat stew for you A lifelong swansong for y'all A birth, a death, a romance I just love it all Burn so bright and drop like flies Yeah, but I still love it all Can you hear me now Can you hear me now? >From the wrong side of the law A 92 degree heatwave A 22 stretch inside I wish I could do it...Do it! It's a sad mess When seconds of madness Cut life in mid-stride It's the sun that's guilty Oozing rays of badness There's one place I can hide Night or day I got a place to stay A padded cell to get well A lifelong swansong for y'all For all the ones who hate me I just love them all They can criticise and extradite me But I still love them all Can you hear me now Can you hear me now? >From the wrong side of the law A 92 degree heatwave A 2 stretch inside I wish I could do it! Do it right! ---------------------------------------------
