Is bunker kissers what we are? Through cinder blocks We wander hand in hand Apocalyptic wonderland With our best dresses and blue suits We stroll through stripmalls With our cash in hand It's our atomic motherland Hide from enemies invisible From threats and ends that are unthinkable That never happen and they never will Are we all lemoncholic? Marvel at the pointlessness Of secrets kept and now reclassified It probably wasn't worth the time Cement romantics in concrete The fears we held have spilled out nationwide Across the continent's divide