From a rumbling sound
I woke on shifting ground
I stare at the abyss
Hell, 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 our hard work
All our hard luck
And careful who you trust
'Cause our raised bed ain't for us
I hate to spoil the fun
It's for our neighbour with the gun
No, and they won't share
'Cause you don't outrun a bear
It's tough, but 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 our hard work
All our hard luck
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