hot hot heat?

A band since 1999, Hot Hot Heat is a true source of Canadian-rock pride. With every album different from the last, HHH isn't afraid to try sometihng new. They are signed to Warner/Sire records and the latest album, Happiness LTD, dropped in September 2007.

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Harmonicas & Tambourines

Saturday night the cigarettes
Come crawling out with the boys who crave regrets
Bandanna hanging around her neck
A checkered flag and a crowd who's singing
"Save us from this life of nine to five"
Four, three, two
One night left for us to feel alive

So why not do it forever?

Harmonicas and tambourines
They're living in her head
But dying in her magazines
Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
They're living in her head
But dying in her magazines

Say maybe yes, say maybe no
A bit too loud and the lights a bit too low
She never needed a cameo
Until the chain gang started to sing
"Save us from this life of nine to five"
Four, three, two
One night left for us to feel alive

So why not do it forever?

Harmonicas and tambourines
They're living in her head
But dying in her magazines
Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
They're living in her head
But dying in her magazines

[instrumental]

Harmonicas and tambourines
They're living in her head
But dying in her magazines
Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
They're living in her head
But dying in her magazines

Harmonicas and tambourines
They're living in her head
But dying in her magazines
Her Chelsea clothes and Brooklyn dreams
They're living in her head
But dying in her magazines