A bead of water

Rolls down the dashboard

Its hot as hell in here

Windows are down

But there’s no breeze

Cool of the day

But there’s no cool

And even in this

You don’t drive

You sit

Like a fool

In a bath

Naked

In the middle

Of the town square

Just so fixed

On doing what you’re doing

To cover yourself

So you’ll boil here

If you have to

And you’ll wait here

As long as you need to

For your sin wagon

For your sin wagon

For your hot sin wagon