From a rumbling sound
I woke on shifting ground
I stare at the abyss
Help, what did I miss?
Inside the house no one
But dinner's almost done
I guess we're finally there
The oil, the bomb, the scare
The bunker's pantry's filled
Turn to start that quilt
It keeps eating through
Like ants through timberwork
The car, my records too
All that hard work
All that hard luck
And careful who you trust
Cause a raised bed ain't for us
I hate to spoil the fun
It's for our neighbor with the gun
No, and they won't share
Cause you don't outrun a bear
It's tough that in the end
You outrun your slowest friend
Seems awful first but then
Time for ourselves again
It keeps eating through
Like ants through timberwork
The car, my records too
All that hard work
All that hard luck

INVIA LE CORREZIONI