Walk About

This heat is hotter than the Sun
These people got no clothes on
They eat in the shade of trees
Because they don’t use frozen peas

Will you stomp out their fire?
So that they freeze
Will you stomp out their fire?
So that they freeze

I don’t mind this party
Blood is my desire
Blood is my desire
And we won’t have to talk walking about

L’assiettes and water
Brought to you by the people
Of shying culture
They’re careful what they say
And cannot we touch

Outside the windows the air is spewing up
Outside the windows the air is spewing up
Outside the windows the air is spewing up

I don’t mind this party
Blood is my desire
Blood is my desire
And we won’t have to talk walking about

This heat is hotter than Sun
These people got no clothes on
They eat in the shade of trees
Because they don’t use frozen peas

Will you stomp out their fire?
So that they freeze
Will you stomp out their fire?
So that they freeze