The Black 47 - Long Hot Summer Comin' On lyrics

The girls in their summer dresses Ah they're looking so divine As they stroll along the avenue Don't they know they're running out of time The cop fingers his holster The leather shiny and new He may be just a year on the job But he knows exactly what to do Now the carnival is over - the real deal has begun Better hold on to the things you love Long hot summer's comin' on Danny says "I'm dyin' out on old SI I keep prayin' for redemption But it's all just pie in the sky" The Fire Bra** are nervous But the Ladder's in control Waitin' for Gasoline Gomez They got kerosene in their souls Now the Go-Go days are over, the Iceman's on the run Better hold on to the one you love Long hot summer's comin' on And oh you're dying now – and oh you're crying now Nothing left to hang your hopes on Strummer's gone - left you alone Feel the panic comin' on The ghosts out on the Bowery In their leather and their lace Led by Captain Kristal Want Television back on the stage Then Lester runs out screamin' "I just escaped from their museum I need a drink not a curator But I'm still trapped in their rock & roll dream" Now the Stratocaster's silent, the countdown has begun Better hold on to the dreams you had Long hot summer's comin' on