After the heat of the day Some folks settle for decay It's always been that way Pretending to clean up your room Advice turns into gloom Settle for the the vice of your dad The best chance you had to find sleep The 'coulda-done-more' creeps Through the parking lot songs I'm not part of the problem But you can't help but sing along Not part of the problem The heat secretes from outside in The secrets beat against your skin Tracking everybody's sins Is part of the problem After the heat of the day The car alarms are dramas And the bulletins, telenovelas Primo, andele, don't be outside For the heat of the day Settle in, decay Settle in, decay Settle in, decay