Nightmare No. 1 (Collapse) - Get Well Soon

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