Tucson Is An Oven

Tucson is an oven A heat that I'm not lovin' Smells like singed bikini strings And bubbling tanning oil Tucson is a sauna Prickly flora. Not much fauna. Weather forecast just upgraded From steady-bake to broil But step into the Circle-K and suddenly life is nice Refrigerated beverage cooler near the bags of ice Roll a can across my face. Crack it. Take a sip An angry voice points out I didn't pay. Now it's time to dip Tucson is an incinerator Enough to make a sunshine hater What a thirsty, awful way to die Tucson is a crematorium Brain being poached in my cranium Heat feels like it's falling from the sky But sneak into the hotel pool and feel my core cool down A quiet so relaxing I could nearly drown Glide on my back through water slack beneath a starry sky A flashlight hits and asks if I'm a guest. Now it's time to fly Tucson is an industrial furnace Akin to standing on the surface Of an electric pancake griddle set to HIGH Tucson is an autoclave Like the sun if it was paved Flip-flops start to melt before my eyes Tucson is an oven Tucson is an oven Tucson is an oven Tucson is an oven