Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] Maybe it's a baby crying for its 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 [Chorus] So many predictions For 2012 Let's dig a bunker under the ground And bury our heads Let's dig a bunker under the ground And just play dead [Verse 3] Maybe the Greys will show up in our nightmares Stealing sperm samples and eggs by the dozen Maybe there's a ?? incubating in the womb Of the woman in bed right next to you [Verse 4] Maybe there's a storm of dust racing towards us And the sun will blackout like a locust storm Maybe someone stuck a pin in the socket And the breaker tripped while they were watching German porn [Chorus] So many predictions For 2012 Let's dig a bunker under the ground And bury our heads Let's dig a bunker under the ground And just play dead [Chorus] So many predictions For 2012 Let's dig a bunker under the ground And bury our heads Let's dig a bunker under the ground And just play dead [Outro] Let's dig a bunker miles under the ground And bury our heads