Radical Dads Little Tomb Lyrics

Come on come on
My friend come back
I've been waiting out here since the attack
We can stay together in my dunes and pretend that this is our little tomb

You are the pharaoh and I am the queen
Bring all your records and your magazines
This modern eloquence is fine
Waiting out the end of time

Families used to vacations
Up and down the coast
I will go to destinations
It's a concrete ghost The unlucky's bubbling up
I guess that we are stuck here
I'm dreaming the disasters again
Avalanches that never end
Riding out the waves
In a private grave
We can decay
Without a sound

Come on come on
My friend come back
I've been waiting out here since the attack
We can stay together in my dunes and pretend that this is our little tomb