The Culture Bunker

Oh, take me to the moon

It's safe and I want to lie down

Oh, take me to your heart

There must be a soft spot somewhere

I'd like some of this

I've been waiting so long

Waiting for the Crucial Three

Wondering what went wrong

I stormed out of the culture bunker

Finger on the pin, do you like my grin, huh?

Black underneath with a burning seat for you

Oh, I feel cold when it turns to gold

I feel cold when it turns to gold for you

Early mornings in my town

You hear the doodlebugs roar

They all make a noise

But finally they crash to the ground

Oh so many times

Silly things, why don't they learn?

Don't expect us to tell you

It's fun to see you burn

I stormed out of the culture bunker

Finger on the pin, do you like my grin, huh?

Black underneath with a burning seat for you

Oh, I feel cold when it turns to gold

I feel cold 'cos you're so far away

I stormed out of the culture bunker

Finger on the pin, do you like my grin, huh?

Black underneath with a burning seat for you

I feel cold when it turns to gold for you

For you