Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)

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

In-between it

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

No, thanks

I'm a government man

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

I got time

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

I'm not a drowning man

And I'm not a burning building

I'm a tumbler

Drowning cannot hurt a man

Fire cannot hurt a man

Not the government man

All I want is to breathe

Thank you, thank you

Won't you breathe with me?

Find a little space

So we move in-between

I'm so thin

And keep one step ahead of yourself