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.

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.