Hector's Out - Green On Red

It’s getting dangerous

to be alone

hands are all sweaty

eyes on the phone

feeling itchy

scratch like a dog

that’s been kicked around

stuck like a frog

Here’s the situation

as far as I can see

he’s stripped of his credentials

his pedigree

It’s a long hot summer

no air conditioning

you boil like a lobster

even the birds won’t sing

you’re on a tumble

no sleep at night

too tired to make love

but not to fight

Dreaming is for losers

who just can’t make it work

Hectors out of prison

he’s gone berserk

Drained and empty

can’t get your fill

the shadows surround you

man it’s like overkill

a twisters brewing

heat on the rise

cross hairs lined up between your eyes

Death by suffocation

gets closer every day

till every breaths' a number

you waste away