92 ° F (the 3rd Degree) Lyrics - Pop Will Eat Itself

3rd degree 

The heat myestery spree 

Catch me when I fall 

some would have it said 

That there's no reason 

To be here 

But just love it all 

Night or day I got a place to stay 

A padded cell to get well 

A lifelong swansong for y'all 

This heat's unreasonable 

The seasonal bad vibes 

Come as no surprise 

Bugged and tuggeds in 92 directions 

There's murder in my eyes 

Locked indoors 

I kill without a cause 

A 92 meat stew for you 

A lifelong swansong for y'all 

A birth, a death, a romance 

I just love it all 

Burn so bright and drop like flies 

Yeah, but I still love it all 

Can you hear me now 

Can you hear me now? 

>From the wrong side of the law 

A 92 degree heatwave 

A 22 stretch inside 

I wish I could do it...Do it! 

It's a sad mess 

When seconds of madness 

Cut life in mid-stride 

It's the sun that's guilty 

Oozing rays of badness 

There's one place I can hide 

Night or day I got a place to stay 

A padded cell to get well 

A lifelong swansong for y'all 

For all the ones who hate me 

I just love them all 

They can criticise and extradite me 

But I still love them all 

Can you hear me now 

Can you hear me now? 

>From the wrong side of the law 

A 92 degree heatwave 

A 2 stretch inside 

I wish I could do it! Do it right!