Lyrics:

With your smile you're making plansYou've got the world right in the palm of your hands.Everything you touch is gold but your future life is boughtand sold.It seems to me that you've got it madeBut you never show that you're afraid.Now the voices in your head they make you screamand drive you mad.You're on a hot line to heavennow you're all alone.Riding on a hot lineriding on a hot line to heavenStanding all on your own.Staring eyes as cold as stoneI want to be at the sands alone.Reaching out to cry for helpOnce a man but now you're just a shell.You can make a dealyou make the breakBut you're heading for an early grave.You've got to find itgot to trysomething special to get you high.You're on a hot line to heavennow you're all alone. . . .You're on a hot line to heavennow you're all alone. . . .It seems to me that you've got it madeBut you're heading for an early break.But now some voices in your headThey make you scream and drive you mad.You're on a hot line to heavennow you're all alone. . . .You're on a hot line to heavennow you're all alone. . . .You're on a hot line to heavennow you're all alone. . . .