Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)

All I want is to breathe

Won't you breathe with me?

Find a little space, so we move in—between

And keep one step ahead of yourself

Never seen anything like that before

Falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor

When you get to where you wanna be

When you get to where you wanna be

Take a look at these hands, take a look at these hands

The hand speaks, the hand of a government man

Well, I'm a tumbler, born under punches, I'm so thin

All I want is to breathe (I'm too thin)

Won't you breathe with me?

Find a little space, so we move in—between

And keep one step ahead of yourself

Don't you miss it, don't you miss it

Some of you people just about missed it

Last time to make plans

And I'm a tumbler, I'm a government man

Never seen anything like that before

Falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor (Well I'm a tumbler)

When you get to where you wanna be (Thank you, thank you)

When you get to where you wanna be (Well, don't even mention it)

Oh, take a look at these hands, they're passing in—between us

Take a look at these hands

Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it

I'm a government man

Stop calling me a boomer

When I'm a gen Xer

And I will have my say

You can't keep keeping me quiet this way

And another thing

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on where the hand has been

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on where the hand has been

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on where the hand has been

And the heat goes on and the heat goes on

And keep one step ahead of yourself (I'm catching up with myself)