Hot Shot - Krokus
Written by：Fernando Von Arb/Marc Storace/Tony Castell
Mmm yeah
Yeah listen
He was born with a silver spoon in a house
At the edge of the town
Before his mama would let you play
You had to lay your money down
I'm alive
You'd better read my lips before you see me go
'Cos here's what you should know
Hot shot on the hill
You can do what you like
'Cos your mama pays the bills
Hot shot on the hill
Sitting alone
Like a fool without a thrill
Nobody trusts him
He's the biggest joke in town
You can hear some crazy stories of
How he liked to cheat around
Goin' just too far now
Breakin' all the social rules
Steppin' on his would be best friends
When there's someone new to use
I'm alive
You'd better read my lips before you see me go
'Cos here's what you should know
Hot shot on the hill
You can do what you like
'Cos your mama pays the bills
Hot shot on the hill
Sit around like a fool without a thrill
How do you sleep in the night
Does your conscience tear you up and make you cry
I don't think you even have one oh no
Hot shot
Hot shot
Hot shot
Hot shot
Hot shot on the hill
You can do what you like
'Cos your mama pays the bills
Shot
That's right
Hot shot on the hill
Sitting alone
Like a fool without a thrill
Hot shot
Hot shot on the hill
Like a fool without a thrill
Hot shot on the hill
Hey who pays the f**kin' bill
Ha ha ha