The asphalt is melting, my boots are stuck in tar The sun is a hammer, leaving a jagged scar Sweat is dripping down, my brain is turning into goo But I’ve got a master plan, a flick for me and you The heat index is climbing, one hundred and ten I’m hiding in the basement, dodging light again Flipped on the subtitles, the screen is glowing bright Learning how to talk, escaping from the blight I’m sweating bucket loads, but my grammar’s getting sleek Watching cult classics, finding words I need to speak Who gives a damn about the sun or the ozone hole? English in the movies is the rhythm for my soul Subjunctive mood is kicking while the fan is spinning slow I learned a dozen idioms in a Tarantino show Forget the beach, forget the tan, forget the golden sand I’m decoding every dialogue happening in the land Syntax is my shelter, phonetics are my shade In the kingdom of the screen, the rules of heat are swayed From action hero snarls to the villain’s cold remark I’m polishing my English while I’m sitting in the dark I’m sweating bucket loads, but my grammar’s getting sleek Watching cult classics, finding words I need to speak Who gives a damn about the sun or the ozone hole? English in the movies is the rhythm for my soul Fluency in high def The heat can keep its toll Pass the remote, baby I’m gaining control