Heat On The Feet by Fake Problems Lyrics

Stick to what you know baby, it's not the end of the world just yet
When opportunity screams your name, you have only yourself to thank
It's every man for himself tonight, we're growing out of these old clothes
The other coast, it calls my name but I just want to stay at home

You're dressed in white standing by the altar
I'm at some junkies home on South State St. sleeping on the floor
And that phone keeps a-ringing, door bell's a-buzzin' alright
But loud noises like sirens don't really wake me up no more
Because it's every man for himself tonight
We're growing out of these old clothes
The alarm clock radio plays my song but I just want to stay asleep

It goes around in a circle, it'll come back again
The more I can learn the more I'm sure we can win
You gotta take some chances to progress in life
It's me on my own, I hunt for myself tonight!