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. . . .