Bunkers

Bunkers - The Vapors

Written by：David Fenton

I could take another little ride in the country

Drive my mule down a lane or two

Maybe I'll recall what it was by the country

That made me so excited when I moved downtown

Or maybe it's the noise in the streets and the

Car parks

Maybe it's the kids as they swarm around

Maybe it's the tires that they burn past my window

Or maybe it's the corner where they all hang out

I got no idea

Where we go from here

Maybe that's why we're living in bunkers

I got no idea

Where we go from here

Maybe that's why we're

Living in bunkers

We're

Living in

We're living in

I went down the road to see the end of

The movie

Cus I really like the part where the heroine dies

She takes away so many million secrets

But she tells just a few when she closes her

Eyes

I reckon that's the high and the low of my

Weekend

I reckon that's all the crazy wool they can pull

I reckon when tomorrow comes I'll be normal

I reckon I may even go back to school

I have no idea

Government

Thugs keep me in for the week

They call

We get no idea

Maybe got I here

Maybe thats I here

Come cops

A labeda

A labeda

A labeda

Government thugs keep me in for the week

It doesn't matter but if they live on the street

It drives me spoolers in millions of ways

I think I'll be a government thug one day

Don't tell me in anger just tell me for real

Why does everybody try to be a real big wheel

It doesn't matter but if they live on the street

With all these cowboys and bunkers and creeps

Chorus all my here

Let me go my here

Maybe thats my here

Living in bunkers

Chorus my here

Let me get my here

Maybe that's my here

Living in bunkers

Living in

Living in

Living in