2012 (Bury Our Heads)

2012（Our Heads ）-Dengue Fever

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

Maybe it's a baby crying for it's 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

So many predictions

Twenty twelve

Let's dig a bunker under the ground

And bury our heads

Let's dig a bunker under the ground

And just play dead

Maybe the greys will show up in our nightmares

Stealing sperm samples and eggs by the dozen

Maybe there's a mutt incubating in the womb of

The women in the bed right next to you

Maybe there's a storm of dust racing towards us

And the sun will black out like a locust swarm

Maybe someone stuck a pin in the socket

And the breaker tripped while they were

Watching german porn

So many predictions

Twenty twelve

Let's dig a bunker under the ground

And bury our heads

Let's dig a bunker under the ground

And just play dead

So many predictions

Twenty twelve

Let's dig a bunker under the ground

And bury our heads

Let's dig a bunker under the ground

And just play dead

Let's dig a bunker under the ground

And bury our heads