There's talk of mineshafts

There's talk of mines
where we can hide
there's room for you
and me inside
oh mariel,
sweet applepie
you can't be shy
or close your eyes.

You talk of mines
where we can hide
until the bombs
and floods subside
but that hole's a drag
it's not my bag
it's dark and cold
and it smells like mold

There's a world beneath the earth
it deals in blood and lives in dirt
but we'll escape biblical fate
yes, we'll be safe in a miner's grave.