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Hot Hot Heat
Hot Hot Heat


Background information
Origin Shawnigan Lake, British Columbia, Canada
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Dance-punk
New Wave
Post-punk Revival
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) Dangerbird Records
Sire Records
Dine Alone Records
Associated acts Wolf Parade
Fake Shark - Real Zombie!
Website Website
Members
Steve Bays
Paul Hawley
Luke Paquin
Louis Hearn
Former members
Dante DeCaro
Dustin Hawthorne
Matthew Marnik
Jimmy Sweet
Parker Bossley



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Hot Hot Heat Album


Scenes One Through Thirteen (2001)
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Cha cha cha, cha cha.
It was an encounter I'm not likely to remember.
I said keep my name out of your mouth.
There was sabotage in the fuselage of that 747 heart of yours.
I set the bomb but it went off wrong and my parachute saved the day.
You could have seen your eyes go red like this guy.
I can't swim but I'd watch you die trying.

. . .


French kiss the asses of the masses
when they ask which ways the fastest to Hong Kong.
I don't know I've never been, but soon I'll be.
Tell the operator "sell you later", at this point in starving.
Give me a minute and I'll tell you when I'm ready to go underwater.
All of my bastard children knew right from the very beginning.
They knew exactly what I was thinking.
They knew I was sinning and sinking.
Walk a million miles to tell a thousand lies to a smile on the face.
The substitute for what's lacking was far more complete the second time through.

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Tank top bottoms up, you forgot to show up.

Hey man, what’s the problem,
what’s the scene, why are you so mean to me.
All the time, all of the time.

You need roots, just like mine.
Hard to explain, yeah man i know its kinda hard to define.
Situations are satisfaction.

Hey man, what’s the problem,
what’s the scene, why are you so mean to me.
All the time, all of the time.

Gimme gimme the name and number of the barber that gave you that haircut.
Let me let me get talkative, set it straight up, you know I won’t shut up.

Hey man, what’s the problem,
what’s the scene, why are you so mean to me.
All the time, all of the time.

You need roots, just like mine.
Hard to explain, yeah man i know its kinda hard to define.
Situations are satisfaction.

It’s just haircut economics.
Don’t sell out to those haircut demigods.

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Gourmet chopping knives to skin away all the hives between you and me.
It’s because of me and you. Still things are hectic and days drag away.
This necktie is gonna get the best of us.
If I’m going out I’m going out like the rest of them.
Here’s my name and brain to process.
If I dont come back you can thank the bosses.

. . .


The empire's plan is in the windy city
Feeling like he does, he feels pretty shitty
His new hat just blew away
Can't hang it up for another day
You know what?
He's down and OUT, he lost his HAT

Paco Pena, no deniro
Paco Pena, He went loco
Paco Pena, He's down and out
Paco Pena, He lost his hat

The Middle East's beat
when you're in the wild
Lkie a red hot chile, you can't stay mild
My new hat just got shot off
What am I gonnna do?
Not a whole lot

. . .


Better save that hot hot seat for the emperor
He's the arsonist, yeah I got the evidence
Better eat the lion before the lion eats you

Rome's getting on like a house on fire
where's my kerosene or my gasoline?
I'm at here at the gates all alone

minimalist imrpession made
minimalist impression made
minimalist impression made of the circus maximus

(repeat first and second verses)

Start a fire.
A burning riot.
Through the continents of Constantinople.

. . .


Cats got my tongue.
Giving me a nose bleed.
I’m in too much trouble.
Even though I know you, I don’t have to like you.
That bullet didn’t break my skull.
That dumpster didn’t break my fall.
I took yours, now take mine.
Broken nose and a black eye.

. . .


Got hold.
It’s powdered gold.
Who’s who in japanese prints these days.
These pills still kill.
Making all them kids ill.
If it don’t kill them, I know what will.
But they’re building backs for all the beat up kids.
It goes up your nose.

. . .


Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

Feel this fist
The first time it feels right
Can you second guess my second rhyme
Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

Fashion fight pause
Fashion fight pause
Fashion fight pause
Fashion fight pause

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

First run really fast
Then do a flip
pistol whip can't beat my kung fu grip

Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

Feel this fist
The first time it feels right
Can you second guess my second rhyme

Fashion fight pause
Fashion fight pause
Fashion fight pause
Fashion fight pause

~NChantD

. . .


Left to go right on a Las Vegas night.
Televise the crisis and crutial accident.
Baby burns bright blue for description.
Babies born with a broken spine.
Take him all apart and put him back together.
Connected by fine wires to a dynamite bouquet.
A is for artist and A is for architect.
Lis for lime and E is for live.

. . .


Knock Knockin, who's there?
Matado at the door; knocking till midnight.
Sell his soul to hell, he lost the bull fight.
Nothing's okay; everything's no-kay?
Between the matador and his wife.
He's still knocking until the early morning.

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Kick, Punch, Fight, Bite.
Who got the news to you?
I got a shiner to show you.
The beat down in my town goes all around.

. . .


You're ruining it for everyone.
Everyone just wants to have some fun.

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