Metal Rendez-vous
Album - 1980 - Debaser id 128391

I know you call me
A dirty lover
But that's exactly
What you need
It's not the talkin'
Not even the jokin'
It's bedtime action
Baby til you plead

Heatstrokes fire burnin' smoke ooh yeah
Heatstrokes fire burnin' smoke

I've got to do it
Twice or more tonight
Ooh baby I need you
Your pants are so tight

Chorus

Let's get some shelter
I need it fast and hot
So take your umbrella
And we can do it on the spot

Chorus

Heatstrokes

The show is over you got to go home again
Late in the night you're dreamin' of the guitar man
The radio station plays his latest song
It says your way of life is kinda wrong

Do you hear your bedside radio
Do you hear your bedside radio

You wake up early in the morning to the radio news
But in your blood is still this dose of blues, yeah
The sound of the band has turned you upside down
Instead of going to the office you're leavin' town

Do you hear your bedside radio
Do you hear your bedside radio

Do you hear your bedside radio
Do you hear your bedside radio
Do you hear your bedside radio
Do you hear your bedside radio

Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on

You've got no real ambition
You're justa hangin' around
All you try to do
Is keep from fallin' down
You feel so sick and tired
Nothin' left to see
I hear you callin' and callin'
Oh Lord, watchya doin' to me?

Fire, fire is what you need, yeah
Fire, fire we've got it for you til you bleed

It's no bed of roses
To be in a desert so long
All those silly drawbacks
Well you take them one by one
Nobody shares your burden
They only say you're blind
We try to give you power
To leave your dead life behind

Chorus



Fuego
Krokus
Usted tiene ninguna ambición
Usted es justa hangin 'en torno a
Todo lo que tratamos de hacer
Es evitar que Fallin 'abajo
Se siente tan enfermo y cansado
Nada izquierda para ver
Te escucho callin 'y callin'
Oh Señor, watchya haces a mí?

Fuego, el fuego es lo que necesita, sí
Fuego, fuego que tenemos para usted hasta que sangran

No es un lecho de rosas
Para estar en un desierto por lo largo
Todos esos estúpidos inconvenientes
Así que toma uno por uno
Nadie comparte su carga
Sólo dicen que estás ciego
Tratamos de darle el poder
Para salir de su vida detrás de muertos

Coro