Poison Idea - Hot Time lyrics

A real hot time in the Old Town Small white punk packs a big black gun Unthinkable thoughts await the innocent In the bright midnight sun And your crew was totally whacked They'd tax the shirt right off your back (Or the shorts right off your a**) Now the attention of detention Warmth of a person in the heat of a prison You think you're real B-A-D A real tough M-A-N Cause you have a G-U-N Now you're going to O-C-I