The Heat

People like the Lord are watching you The men who follow Jesus cared You're constantly on an audition And everyone you ever knew Will eventually be there It's hard to live under scrutiny Or dissected under judging eyes You can see why the people cry mutiny While enjoying the safety Of being paralyzed How am I supposed to keep moving With all this heat following me? I been chained to radiators By molls who said they were mine They all said they'd meet me later And we'd run away to the land Of sweet grapevines Ya gotta be wary they tell you 'cause they're workin' both sides of the mirror Under the hot spot of seduction, Your contrived confession Comes crystal-clear How am I supposed to keep movingHn With all this heat following me?