There's talk of mines where we can hide there's room for you and me inside oh mariel, sweet applepie you can't be shy or close your eyes.
You talk of mines where we can hide until the bombs and floods subside but that hole's a drag it's not my bag it's dark and cold and it smells like mold
There's a world beneath the earth it deals in blood and lives in dirt but we'll escape biblical fate yes, we'll be safe in a miner's grave