Lyrics Hot-Talk - Herman Brood & His Wild Romance

Hot talk on the street
People goin' downtown
Rollin' their sleeves
And then spittin' their gum
Leavin' their tracks
For something new
For something to do, mom

I wonder, how does it feel to be half insane?
You gutter-hero, hangin' 'round your suicide embrace
Too many kids in the rain
It's hard to ignore their pain

Hot talk, you got me flowin'
Too tough, you got me goin'
Hot talk, you got me flowin'
Too tough, you got me goin'

I wan't a handful of highs to cool of my mind
Quarter of a million to spend in my time
I wan't to suffer like a saint and crack every chain
For something new
For something to do

I wonder, how does it feel to be half insane?
You gutter-hero hangin' round your suicide embrace
Too many kids in the rain
It's hard to ignore their pain

I wan't a handful of highs to cool of my mind
Quarter of a million to spend in my time
I wan't to suffer like a saint and crack every chain
I said, hot talk in the street
People goin' downtown
And they're rollin' their sleeves
And spittin' their gum
Leavin' their tracks
For something new
For something to do

I wonder, how does it feel to be half insane?
You gutter-hero hangin' round your suicide embrace
Too many kids in the rain
It's hard to ignore their pain

Hot talk, you got me flowin'
Too tough, you got me goin'
Hot talk, you got me flowin'
Too tough, you got me goin'
Hot talk, cha
Hot talk (ooh!)