It was the end of summer
When the bombs dropped
After that there was plenty of room
But the air wasn't good
Mornings were quiet
Only a few cars
And pretty, w/ the dust hanging
Over the red sunrise.
When the oceans came up
Brooklyn turned into Venice
Flatbush Avenue a canal
Crack dealers
gondoliering at midnight
Or swinging from rooftop to rooftop
Like spiked, mutated Tarzans
Business as usual
Good for the local economy.
Oh-oh, make the best of it
Somebody's pappy said
Yeah-yeah, we're all trying
Trying to keep our heads
Above water.
Another hot one this Xmas day
Trying to find gifts for the little ones
Telling stories of snowmen
We've got a snowball's chance in Hell
Maybe drop another bomb
That should shut somebody up
We've got silos full of rainbows
Out in Kansas.
Oh-oh, make the best of it
Somebody's pappy said
Yeah-yeah, we're all trying
Trying to keep our heads
Above water.
