Atom Bomb

I'm a cannibal, you're a meadow We both start shaking when we run for cover Man on a string swinging from the atom bomb You're too physical, and I'm a father Dinner's ready and we can't be bothered Thinking of the atom bomb Here's to making love, sugar Here's to making bread, momma Here's to broken down, honey Like a bullet in the soul Here's to holding hands, momma Here's to gettin' matched, honey