Chicago Jack - Electric Bard featuring Tuna Mores

Ribcages rattle against the speaker grate Breathing the steam in a heavy, humid state Salt on the collar, a hand against the thigh Pushing the limit beneath a painted sky Nine-zero-nine pounding right through the floor Pacing the margin beside the exit door Every chest heaving, the fever running high Shivering hard while the rhythm rushes by A million hot contours adrift in the steam Begging to slip right inside of the dream Bodies surrendering, desperate and bare Gripping the pillar and fighting for air We Had The Heat Right Inside Of The Hand! Swaying So Close To The Promised Land! Aching To Strip Every Hesitation Bare! Tasting The Fever And Breathing The Air! Look At The Hunger, Look At What It Cost! Glued To The Pillar While The Midnight Tossed! ...Feel That Chicago Jack... Dry ice is swirling around the iron-mesh Watching the shadows get tangled up in flesh Fingers slip lower beneath the denim hem Biting the lip just to pull away from them Couples dissolving, retreating to the dark Grinding the rhythm to strike the final spark I kept my jacket zipped tight across the chest Starving the fever, denying the request A million hot contours adrift in the steam Begging to slip right inside of the dream Bodies surrendering, desperate and bare Gripping the pillar and fighting for air We Had The Heat Right Inside Of The Hand! Swaying So Close To The Promised Land! Aching To Strip Every Hesitation Bare! Tasting The Fever And Breathing The Air! Look At The Hunger, Look At What It Cost! Glued To The Pillar While The Midnight Tossed! ...Feel That Chicago Jack... Ninety-ninety. Sweat pooling at the collarbone. The bass drum shaking through the mortar and the stone. Could have stepped forward. Could have stripped away the shame. Drowned in the bodies and surrendered to the game. Trembling hard with a half-empty glass. Watching the beautiful, heavy fever pass. We Had The Heat Right Inside Of The Hand! Swaying So Close To The Promised Land! Aching To Strip Every Hesitation Bare! Tasting The Fever And Breathing The Air! Look At The Hunger, Look At What It Cost! Glued To The Pillar While The Midnight Tossed! ...Feel That Chicago Jack... Heat in the hand... Zero surrender tonight.