[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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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