2012 (Bury Our Heads)

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 its mother and it doesn't understand the lightning or the thunder
Maybe it's a cry of distress from our growing pains, stretch mark free waistband across our bloated belly

So many predictions
For 2012
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 grays will show up in our nightmares, stealing sperm samples and eggs by the dozens
Maybe there's a mutt incubating in the womb of the woman 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
For 2012
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
For 2012
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 miles underground
And bury our heads