I could take another little ride in the country

Drive my mule down a lane or two

Maybe I'll recall what it was by the country

That made me so excited when I moved downtown

Or maybe it's the noise in the streets and the car parks

Maybe it's the kids as they swarm around

Maybe it's the tires that they burn past my window

Or maybe it's the corner where they all hang out

I got no idea where we go from here

Maybe that's why we're living in Bunkers

I got no idea where we go from here

Maybe that's why we're living in Bunkers

we're living in... we're living in... we're living in...

I went down the road to see the end of the movie

Cus I really like the part where the heroine dies

She takes away so many million secrets

But she tells just a few when she closes her eyes

I reckon that's the high and the low of my weekend

I reckon that's all the crazy wool they can pull

I reckon when tomorrow comes I'll be normal

I reckon I may even go back to school

Government thugs keep me in for the week

They call out the cops if I'm seen on the street

"It drives me spoolers" in millions of ways

I think I'll be a government thug one day

Don't tell me in anger just tell me for real

Why does everybody try to be a real big wheel

It doesn't matter but if they live on the street

With all these cowboys and Bunkers and creeps

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