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