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Heated Fustration
Why the fuck is it so damn hot?!
Sweats pouring down my face,
and I'm panting as if I'd got shot.
I'm in the middle of 'Broke-poor' and 'middle-class'
so I can't afford A.C.
I'm turned up all the fans in my room,
directing them all on me.
I've hardly got on any clothes,
I've taken three showers,
In the pass two hours.
But no matter what I do,
the air is just too humid.
Jeez, now I just want to burn down all the factories.
They are the ones causing this global warming.
I'm centered in the tropics,
right in the Caribbean.
The Sun in is like an evil kid
You have no fucking idea,
how hot it can get in this area.
Put a dead body in this heat, and watch how fast it rots.
Why couldn't I have a cooler for a bed?
After all I've just said,
Why?
Oh why, the fuck, is it still,
so damn hot?
Sweats pouring down my face,
and I'm panting as if I'd got shot.
I'm in the middle of 'Broke-poor' and 'middle-class'
so I can't afford A.C.
I'm turned up all the fans in my room,
directing them all on me.
I've hardly got on any clothes,
I've taken three showers,
In the pass two hours.
But no matter what I do,
the air is just too humid.
Jeez, now I just want to burn down all the factories.
They are the ones causing this global warming.
I'm centered in the tropics,
right in the Caribbean.
The Sun in is like an evil kid
You have no fucking idea,
how hot it can get in this area.
Put a dead body in this heat, and watch how fast it rots.
Why couldn't I have a cooler for a bed?
After all I've just said,
Why?
Oh why, the fuck, is it still,
so damn hot?
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