If I could wave my magic wand I'm not one to believe in magic Don't ask me Can't you see My temperature's rising I am made from the dust of the stars And the oceans flow in my veins Here I hide in the heart of the city Like a stranger coming out of the

The temperature's risin, huh and ain't nothin surprisin The temperature's risin, no there's nothin surprisin The temperature's risin (There's nothin surprisin) Word up, son, I heard they got you on the run For a body - now it's time to stash the guns