{Brief instrumental intro}

Sitting up here in my attic
Place where I once used to live
Hope that help is coming
Water covers up the floor
Now it's up above the door
Rising, not receding

Attic starts to bake
How long can I last without fresh water?
it's so hot here
From the water beneath
think I see rising steam

{Brief instrumental}

Standing up now on a rafter
Water now above my feet
Soaked shoes; tightened leather
Would be nice if they were dry
dehydration clouds my mind
Thinking isn't measured

How long will it take?
Don't think I can stay up here much longer
House is now a lake
If I were a fish I might belong here
But now I fear
That I won't be rescued
in that case, well, I am screwed

{Instrumental break}
{sung lightly during break}
(Screwed - yes I'm screwed - surely screwed - yes, I'm screwed)


Stuck up here, I'm getting frantic
What will now become of me?
When will help be coming? (FEMA; out there bumbling)
Sure hope help is coming (Managed by some dummy)
Hungry; stomach rumbling (Ineptness; mind-numbing)
Frightened; now I'm wond'ring (Poor folks; are they shunning?)
What if.....

{Start of long instrumental break}
{Spoken} (What if no one's coming?)

{Sung lightly}
(What if no one's coming?)
(Hungry; my stomach's rumbling)

(Sure hope help is coming)
(Frightened and now I'm wondering)

(When will help be coming?)
(Hope FEMA is not bumbling)

(Don't think help is coming)
(Frightened; I sure am wondering)

Frightened; now I quake
Think I saw a snake 'bout eight feet long here
Shiver and I shake
Wonder; will the rescue team arrive here?
One thing is clear
If they don't find me soon
This place will be my tomb

{Brief instrumentals to end}
{sing during final instrumental part}
(My Tomb - 'cause I'm Doomed, it's my Tomb)
(Doomed)

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