Storm Cellar from Catalina by Madrona Davydova

Wake and bake
It’s a long hot summer
Just another day
In this infinite bummer
A shotgun kiss
Like a couple AWOL
Burnouts baby
We take a walk
But you’re somewhere else
I go on and on
Talking to myself
At least the honeybees are back
And we’ve still got our health

Well, I don’t know
Much about nothing
But one thing’s for sure
We’ve all gotta keep on truckin’
Expecting the worst
The future on our shoulders
The sky’s falling down
They're closing off the borders
And we’re going underground
Bonnie seeking Clyde
For the end of the world
Of course I replied
I like dangerous girls
We’re riding this one out
In the Storm Cellar
The Storm Cellar

Well, I’m leaving
Do ya wanna come with?
No rhyme or reason
Nah, just fuck it
Been preppin’ for years
Biding my time
I didn’t ask to be here
I was just passing by
Let’s make a promise
Those bastards ain’t taking us in alive

I don’t know what
But we’ve gotta do something
And one thing’s for sure
We’ve all gotta keep on fighting
Expecting the worst
The future on our shoulders
Every city, every town
No gods, no masters
Burn every precinct down
Bonnie seeking Clyde
For the end of the world
Of course, I replied
I like dangerous girls
Here we are hiding out
In the Storm Cellar
The Storm Cellar
Wake and bake
It’s a Nuclear Winter
Just another day
Deep undercover
It must be getting early
The clocks are running late
The hourglass is half empty
Overflowing ashtrays
At least we’ve got each other
In the Storm Cellar
The Storm Cellar

• Anti-Americana
• Folk
• alt-country
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