2012（Our Heads ）-Dengue Fever
Maybe they just ran out of space when they
Were carving all the things that would happen
Today and tomorrow
Maybe it's a breath pause or sigh in our mind or
Payback time for everything that we borrowed
Maybe it's a baby crying for it's mother and it
Doesn't understand the lightning or the thunder
Maybe it's a cry of distress from our growing pains
Stretch mark freeways span across
Our bloated bellies
So many predictions
Twenty twelve
Let's dig a bunker under the ground
And bury our heads
Let's dig a bunker under the ground
And just play dead
Maybe the greys will show up in our nightmares
Stealing sperm samples and eggs by the dozen
Maybe there's a mutt incubating in the womb of
The women in the bed right next to you
Maybe there's a storm of dust racing towards us
And the sun will black out like a locust swarm
Maybe someone stuck a pin in the socket
And the breaker tripped while they were
Watching german porn
So many predictions
Twenty twelve
Let's dig a bunker under the ground
And bury our heads
Let's dig a bunker under the ground
And just play dead
So many predictions
Twenty twelve
Let's dig a bunker under the ground
And bury our heads
Let's dig a bunker under the ground
And just play dead
Let's dig a bunker under the ground
And bury our heads