The world is breaking into pieces
Parts on the left…parts on the right
You gotta work hard to make sure
You’re not stuck anywhere in the middle-late at night
Because the sun is moving closer
And the moon moving far from where it belongs
And you better make your plans
Before the next heatwave comes along
The priests are doing land-office business
Reclaiming lost souls by the ton
But just be careful what they tell you
Cause they’re only looking out for number one
And the nights that used to be so sweet
Are smelling more and more like something’s wrong
You better have your road kit packed uptight
Before the next heatwave comes along
You can stay drunk or you can stay high
There ain’t much difference anymore
An altered view of reality is the only thing
That will save your sanity for sure
Because the temperature is rising
And the world will be owned by the lucky and the strong
You better find yourself a deep dark hole to hide in
When the next heatwave comes along
You say it’s only summertime
And you’ve been through this a dozen times or more
But now you’re looking out your window
And just for a second there, you’re not really sure
‘Cause the wind is blowing harder
And the crackle of the forests burning feels so wrong
And there won’t be any place to run to
When the next heat wave comes along
