There is a place hotter; I know you don't want to go there.  There will be  no one around to help, and no one to care.
You need to stop complaining; you need to be alert.  They could be preparing your funeral, to put you under the dirt.
There is a place hotter; I know you don't want to go there.  It's a place without air conditioning or a blow dryer for your hair.
There is a place hotter; I know you don't want to go there.  You need to stop and pray, so you want end up naked, in that heated place, all alone and bare.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing