Heat Lyrics by Jethro Tull

Heat Lyrics

    When the rats are running
    And the boys are gunning
    For heads on a tin plate ---
    You can hear the footfall
    Softly in the back yard.
    And the black jack is called
    Face up on the last card.

    You'd better call your witness
    In your dirty business.
    Trop tard sera le cri.
    Better run while you can ---
    Better set the tall sail.
    Better make deep cover
    Before the boys have you nailed.

    There's just one chance to get away ---
    I'll catch up with you another day.
    I'll close my eyes and count to ten
    And come right after you again.

    Grab your credit cards ---
    Cash in on your resources.
    Take your passport from the drawer,
    Don't stop to change the horses.

    Get out of the heat.

    Now can you feel the pressure?
    Have you got the measure
    Of being a wanted man?
    Cold drink in your hand ---
    Hot sweat on your brow.
    And there's no understanding
    Going to help you now.

    Grab your credit cards ---
    Cash in on your resources.
    Take your passport from the drawer,
    Don't stop to change the horses.
    Notify all parties
    Of an earlier vacation.
    No use trying to board the train
    After it's left the station.

    Get out of the heat.

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