it’s too fuckin’ hot here in the sun
it’s too fuckin’ hot here in the sun today
it’s too fuckin’ hot in the — hot in the —
hot here in the sun today
I got this heavy coat of leather
something had to die for me to get ‘er
got this vinyl over-cover
this shit had been dead forever
it’s too fuckin’ hot in the — hot in the —
hot here in the sun today
sleep, wracked apart
sad times, dying future
dead air!
one giant earth
under red suns
which must, some day, set
when will the joyous red sun
show its colours
to me the poor wretch
in the grey?
here and I thought
that I’d get away
when the whole world is wet
wet wet wet
Pressing forward, the dense branches collect overhead. They blot the sun, and for a moment, you miss it, until the scent of wet rot chokes and controls you, and you realize you’re home.
Logan Bright — Works 