There's talk of mines where we can hide
There's room for you and me inside
Oh Mariel, sweet apple pie
You can't be shy or close your eyes
You talk of mines where we can hide
Until the bombs and floods subside
But that hole's a drag, it's not my bag
It's dark and cold and it smells like mold
'Cause there's a world beneath the earth
It deals in blood and lives in dirt
But we'll escape Biblical fate
Yeah, we'll be safe in a miner's grave, oh
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