At the Back of the Pit

Where do we put our precious things
Like woolen socks and wedding rings
And seance gear and kimchi jars
Our Matchbox and our Hot Wheels cars

Where can we hide when bombs will fly
To save ourselves when all others die
To toast with a shot here's cum in your eye
I've got an idea, listen here

There's a hole in the yard, about ten by ten
Just large enough to put all those things in
A dark place to be if and when the bombs hit
At the back of the pit

I woke up today with almost too much love
Didn't sleep much last night, joyous vibes from above
Couldn't keep it all in, thought I would burst at the seams
What fills waking life is wilder than dreams

Every day and every evening too
I count all the reasons I'm in love with you
Look around at everything that we've bought, got, and stole
To bring with us down into the hole

There's a hole in the yard, about ten by ten
Just large enough to put all those items in
A dark place to be if and when the bombs hit
At the back of the pit
At the back of the pit

When we hear the frogs again, we'll consent to raise our heads
And it won't matter then if the rest of the world is dead
Yes, between you and me we've got a repopulation kit
The world will rise again from the back of the pit