MARTIN:
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
MARIEL:
You talk of mines where we can hide
Until the bombs and floods subside
That hole's a drag, it's not my bag
It's dark and cold, it smells like mold
M&M:
'Cause there's a world beneath the earth
It deals in blood and lives in dirt
But we'll escape our Biblical fate
Yeah, we'll be safe in a miner's grave