Hot Times Songtext

von Louden Swain

Hot times in the 70's
Drugs are your friends and your enemies
You're sober
Then its over

Hold close all your vanities
Swallow the obscenities
No room for them
To make amends

But can you hold it
In the palm of your hand
Break it down
And make it understand
Grip it tight
Like a marker in the sand
Type it up
Like you've got a plan
Fake the tell
You got the winning hand
Hold your ground
Like a marker in the sand

Hot trial of the century
A little piece of history
You always lose
When you're on the news

It's your biography
All about you when you're the lead
Fall over
Then its over

But can you hold it
In the palm of your hand
Break it down
And make it understand
Grip it tight
Like a marker in the sand
Type it up
Like you've got a plan
Fake the tell
You got the winning hand
Hold your ground
Like a marker in the sand

Hot times in the 70's
Drugs are your friends and your enemies
You're sober
Then its over

Hold close all your vanities
Swallow the obscenities
No room for them
To make amends

But can you hold it
In the palm of your hand
Break it down
And make it understand
Grip it tight
Like a marker in the sand
Type it up
Like you've got a plan
Fake the tell
You got the winning hand
Hold your grove
Like a marker in the sand

Woah