Drop Your-Nattbuss

It was the heat of the night I think Or it could've been the effect of the drink But I had to brush away the flies That started to collect around your eyes I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust You're still playing games and abusing my trust In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex It was a bite of a night gone wrong And the effect of listening to negative songs Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand And the way the room keeps spinning around I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust (Now I know what they mean by looks can kill) You're still playing games and abusing my trust (And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel) In the heat of the night In the glow of the light It's the back and the bite That's feeling alright Do you use up bodies like cigarettes Do you need them for ego Do you need them for sex And you're moaning about your wasted life Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes" With the cups on the floor And the plates in the sink And the room full of smoke And then you full of drink You skin's going dry And the colour of sand Ignore the cigarette burning your hand