We've got a place, we call it a grave Try not to breathe in here please An apocalyptical cave Well, that's the way to get through these days We've got a room that resembles the doom We'd better gone to the moon An apocalyptical cave Well, that's the way to get through these days But you've got you that's who mothers you And I've got me that's who sets me free We'll get through these days to some better place And I will root out this bitter taste We've got a room that resembles the doom We'd better gone to the moon We'd better gone to the moon But you've got you that's who mothers you And I've got me that's who sets me free We'll get through these days to some better place And I will root out this But you've got you that's who mothers you And I've got me that's who sets me free We'll get through these days to some better place And I will root out this bitter taste