| Song | Buck up, they're coming. |
| Artist | Weaver At The Loom |
| Album | I Was Searching And I Found |
| The air is good here, | |
| So I'll breathe in deeply, | |
| Then release all that I hold inside. | |
| My lungs are gilded gold, | |
| But I know how the time may go | |
| Before the toxins flow. | |
| I'll wait quietly, I'll wait quietly. | |
| Because I'm afraid | |
| And longing to be brave, | |
| Now, and face these toxins, | |
| Without any fears, | |
| Without one single fear. | |
| Toxins roam these parts | |
| From time to time, | |
| So watch yourself, | |
| Because they might just land themselves | |
| Upon your doorstep |