With your smile you`re making plans
You`ve got the world right in the palm of your hands.
Everything you touch is gold but your future life is bought
and sold.
It seems to me that you`ve got it made
But you never show that you`re afraid.
Now the voices in your head they make you scream
and drive you mad.
You`re on a hot line to heaven
now you`re all alone.
Riding on a hot line
riding on a hot line to heaven
Standing all on your own.
Staring eyes as cold as stone
I want to be at the sands alone.
Reaching out to cry for help
Once a man but now you`re just a shell.
You can make a deal
you make the break
But you`re heading for an early grave.
You`ve got to find it
got to try
something special to get you high.
You`re on a hot line to heaven
now you`re all alone. . . .
You`re on a hot line to heaven
now you`re all alone. . . .
It seems to me that you`ve got it made
But you`re heading for an early break.
But now some voices in your head
They make you scream and drive you mad.
You`re on a hot line to heaven
now you`re all alone. . . .
You`re on a hot line to heaven
now you`re all alone. . . .
You`re on a hot line to heaven
now you`re all alone. . . .