Heat
Jethro Tull Lyrics


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When the rats are running
And the boys are gunning
For heads on a tin plate
You can hear the footfall
Softly in the back yard.
And the black jack is called
Face up on the last card.
You'd better call your witness
In your dirty business.
Trop tard sera le cri.
Better run while you can
Better set the tall sail.
Better make deep cover
Before the boys have you nailed.

There's just one chance to get away
I'll catch up with you another day.
I'll close my eyes and count to ten
And come right after you again.

Grab your credit cards
Cash in on your resources.
Take your passport from the drawer,
Don't stop to change the horses.

Get out of the heat.
Now can you feel the pressure?
Have you got the measure
Of being a wanted man?
Cold drink in your hand
Hot sweat on your brow.
And there's no understanding
Going to help you now.

Grab your credit cards
Cash in on your resources
Take your passport from the drawer,
Don't stop to change the horses.
Notify all parties
Of an earlier vacation.
No use trying to board the train
After it's left the station.





Get out of the heat.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Jethro Tull's "Heat" describe a tense and dangerous situation, where the singer is being pursued by a group of people for unclear reasons. The first verse paints a picture of chaos, with rats running and boys gunning for heads on a tin plate. Despite this, the singer remains calm and aware of his surroundings, listening for the footfalls of those chasing him and noting the appearance of the black jack on the last card. The second verse suggests that the singer may be involved in some kind of illicit activity, as he is urged to call his witness in his dirty business. The French line "Trop tard sera le cri" translates to "Too late will be the cry," emphasizing the urgency of the situation. The singer is advised to run and make deep cover before he is caught and brought to justice.


Line by Line Meaning

When the rats are running
When danger is approaching


And the boys are gunning
And the enemies are approaching with guns


For heads on a tin plate
For revenge and violence


You can hear the footfall
You can hear the footsteps of the approaching danger


Softly in the back yard.
Approaching danger is coming closer quietly


And the black jack is called
The game is over and the winner has been declared


Face up on the last card.
The final outcome has been revealed


You'd better call your witness
You should seek support from someone reliable


In your dirty business.
In your illegal or unethical activities


Trop tard sera le cri.
It will be too late to cry for help


Better run while you can
It's best to escape while there's still a chance


Better set the tall sail.
Better start sailing away swiftly


Better make deep cover
Better go into hiding deeply


Before the boys have you nailed.
Before the enemies catch you


There's just one chance to get away
There's only one opportunity to escape


I'll catch up with you another day.
It may not be possible to escape forever


I'll close my eyes and count to ten
I will take a moment to regroup


And come right after you again.
But I will not give up on chasing you


Grab your credit cards
Take your valuable possessions


Cash in on your resources.
Use your resources to your advantage


Take your passport from the drawer,
Get ready to travel


Don't stop to change the horses.
Don't waste time on unnecessary things


Get out of the heat.
Leave the situation while it's still possible


Now can you feel the pressure?
Do you understand how grave the situation is?


Have you got the measure
Are you prepared to handle the situation


Of being a wanted man?
Of being on the run from the authorities


Cold drink in your hand
Trying to act calm in a tense situation


Hot sweat on your brow.
Feeling nervous and agitated


And there's no understanding
And there's no way to make sense of the situation


Going to help you now.
No one can help you in your current situation


Notify all parties
Inform everyone involved


Of an earlier vacation.
Of your sudden departure


No use trying to board the train
No point in trying to catch up or remedy the situation


After it's left the station.
After it's too late




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Written by: IAN ANDERSON, PETER-JOHN VETTESE

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