116 Degrees

Blinken is bombing Baghdad, there’s a famine in Tigray
Fires are burning in Flagstaff, blocking out the day
The wind blows so fiercely, the grass is turning brown
And it’s 116 degrees in Portland-town
The spas and churches dripping with blood
A tower collapsed in Miami, damaged from the flood
Before the summer’s over, who knows how many will drown
And it’s 116 degrees in Portland-town

The prices of houses are rising like never before
Along with ocean waters as the temperatures soar
The developers develop, the water tables go down
And it’s 116 degrees in Portland-town
In the Congress they’re discussing infrastructure
Whether it should be built to withstand fire, they’re not sure
They found a dead man in an RV wearing a thorny crown
And it’s 116 degrees in Portland-town

Outside the motel a man was flipping out
He called 911 to tell them about
His need for mental health care, so they came and shot him down
And it’s 116 degrees in Portland-town
Don’t know where we’re going, what kind of shit’s in store
I know I’m not the first to feel like I’m knocking on the door
Of either a new dystopia or some movement of great renown
And it’s 116 degrees in Portland-town

In the farms in the valley, they’re out picking cherries
Dropping dead on the field with a bucket of berries
City of bridges, each one like a frown
It’s 116 degrees in Portland-town
No way out, even north of the border
Welcome to the New World Order
Produced by criminal, corporate clowns
It’s 116 degrees in Portland-town