OUT OF THE FRYING PAN (AND INTO THE FIRE)
Meat Loaf: Lead Vocals
Tim Pierce: Guitars
Pat Thrall: Guitars
Steve Buslowe: Bass
Roy Bittan: Piano, Keyboards
Jeff Bova: Synthesizers, Programming
Kenny Aronnof: Drums
Backing Vocals: Todd Rundgren, Rory Dodd, Kasim Sulton
  OUT OF THE FRYING PAN (AND INTO THE FIRE)

It's only two o'clock and the temperature's beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never been this hot and I've never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore

Then I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said
Then I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said

You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a runaway horse
The subways are sizzling and the skin of the street is gleaming with sweat
I've seen you sitting on the steps outside
And you were looking so restless and reckless and lost

I think it's time for you to come inside
And I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget
I think it's time for you to come inside
And I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget

Come on! Come on! And there'll be no turning back
You are only killing time and it can kill you right back
Come on! Come on! It's time to burn up the fuse
You got nothing to do and even less to lose
You got nothing to do and even less to lose

So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at the time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top—you're at the end of the line

Open the door, lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire

And I wanna take you out of the frying pan
Oh—Out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan
Oh—I wanna take you out of the frying pan
Oh—Out of the frying pan
Oh—Out of the frying pan and into the fire

And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! …

Oh, hmm, it's only two o'clock and the temperature's beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never been this hot and I've never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore

Then I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said
Then I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said

Come on! Come on! And there'll be no turning back
You are only killing time and it can kill you right back
Come on! Come on! It's time to burn up the fuse
You got nothing to do and even less to lose
You got nothing to do and even less to lose

So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at the time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top—you're at the end of the line

Open the door, lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire

And I wanna take you out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan
Hmm—I wanna take you out of the frying pan
Oh—Out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
And into the
And into the
And into the
And into the fire...

Fire! fire! fire! And into the
Fire! fire! fire! And into the
Fire! fire! fire! And into the… fire! …

And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire! f-f-f-f-fire!.