Black Bunker

You're down in the hole

You're down in the ground

It's 7 a.m.

And you're scratching around

The money's all gone

And you're poor like the poor

Your lover just called

She don't love you no more

You're in the black bunker

You're in the black bunker

In the black bunker

You're in the black bunker

You're down in the hole

You're down in the ground

It's 7 a.m.

And you're scratching around

You're itching and scratching

Scratching and itching

Trying to break on through?

Or hanging round my kitchen?

In the black bunker

You're in the black bunker

In the black bunker

You're in the black bunker

In the black bunker

You're in the black bunker

The bunker!

The bunker!

In the black bunker

You're in the black bunker