Lyrics of 92 degrees farenheit (the 3rd degree)

Pop Will Eat Itself

pochette album 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!
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