The Bunker
I'm building a bunker
Deep and down under
Away from the crazies
Is it any wonder
It's come down to this
Land of misfits
Add it to the list
Kentucky fried crisp
I buy all my groceries
Where nobody knows me
I'm in such a hurry
It causes a nose bleed
Cans of sardines
Boston baked beans
Astronaut Tang©
For when I'm thirsty
Take it back to my place
Till dark shows its face
Then make a bee line
With guns, groceries, and mace
I shut the trap door
Place it all on the floor
Plug in my phone
Ring me up when it's over
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