I watch a weary old man with his breifcase

Each year of city life a wrinkle on his tired face

Is this the man that I will turn into

Then I think of you

Somewhere accross the city you are on a train

Looking at a wrinkled lady

We should get out of here baby

We'll take the road out to the countyside my dear

Where the mountains go forever and the birds are always near

We'll build a better life

We'll leave the city far behind us

Living where the outside world will never find us

Stockpiling weaponry

Lai lai lai lai lai lai Bazookas lai lai lai

Lai lai lai Hand Grenades lai lai lai lai lai lai

Lai lai lai lai lai Booby Traps lai lai lai lai

Lai Bunker Network lai lai lai lai lai lai lai

Lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai lai Guns

Lai lai lai lai lai lai lai Fade Out lai lai lai

Lai lai lai lai Black Helecopters lai lai lai