Duck And Cover

You better duck and cover.
You better do it fast.
You better duck and cover,
Or this breath may be your last.

I heard a proud man say it,
He said it with a frown,
“The dangers that we now face
Are coming to your town.”

They say that we’re at orange,
Much worse than green or blue.
These threats we face are awful
And the next one may get you!

I’m not trying to scare you,
But I’ve seen what lies ahead.
Evil forces gather ‘round us,
And won’t rest until we’re dead.

They’re coming from the desert.
They’re creeping out of caves.
These Stone Age sons of Satan
Want us all in unmarked graves

We’d better shut the borders.
You’d better buy some guns.
Throw away those things called rights,
God shields his favorite sons.

Don’t worry about the air.
Don’t worry about your health.
Don’t worry ‘bout your freedom.
Just trust the ones with wealth.