White Hot [*]

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