Hot Damn Thing

High above the hillside
I awake the honey bee
Skintight and Bonafide
I'm so glad you came
Now you seek a burning tree
Up along the wayside
You wear a rosary
And step into the flame

Burn like the Sun
In your own Babylon

Hot damn thing
In a sugar stack zone
Hot damn thing
In a whippin' cyclone

Spit it out and go beneath
Let it go, like a thief
My sweet little blue jade
Dancing on a riptide

Burn like the Sun
In your own Babylon

Hot damn thing
In a sugar stack zone
Hot damn thing
In a whippin' cyclone
Hot damn thing
Tell me how do you sleep
Hot damn thing
Make a poor boy weep
Oh-oh, make a poor boy weep

Burn like the Sun
In your own Babylon

Hot damn thing
In a sugar stack zone
Hot damn thing
In a whippin' cyclone
Hot damn thing
Tell me how do you sleep
Hot damn thing
Oh, oh-yeah
Make a poor boy weep
Make a poor boy weep, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah, alright