In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of the rules that the greatest fools obey
Please stop bringing me all your reasons
False pretenses only make me feel sad
Cause if the time should come that you'll be leaving
Only hope that I will understand
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast
I see the sun comin' yeah but I can't sleep
I swim against the tide until I'm drownin' in the deep end
Rushin' to the rhythm of a racin' heart
The more you get, the more you want