A Parody of Evanescence's Torniquet

Written for a contest, but I think it's a far stronger recording than it was as a contest song.

Sweat pours on down my face
and drips to the floor (to the floor)
I hate frying
and it's burning
Florida is hell
heat prevails

I'm melting
smoldering
Exhaustion
I'm feeling

As my skin falls from my hands
Skin cancer costs

Dear Lord
Humidity
Please fix my ventilation

Oh man
Please have mercy
This wretched sun is torrid

I've lost both my butt cheeks
My belly's gone
All of my water has run dry
Stuck with hot tea

It's blazing
Scorching
Bleeping
while speaking

All hope is tossed
damn heat wave
Hair might combust

I-Pod
Short circuited
Heat broke the imitation

It's odd
What Happens next
The temperature's still raging

Repair my cooling station

I'm goin' to die

Dead Frogs
No need for vets
The heat has them departed

Still Hot
Don't mean car theft
Hey is it air conditioned?

The moon rises, there's rain
My bones sigh, it's still 96
Will we be . . . deep fried
Dance, Indians, That rain jive

The heat index fries. . .

the heat index fries. . .