Текст песни Stockpiled Guns & TV Dinners - Mal Blum

Another day
Watching the clock
Preach to the flock, stockpiled
Guns and tv dinners
And I thought I'd call you up
It's been a bit

I almost got my wish
It really wasn't quite like this
I should have been specific
Next time i'll be specific

Say, "I wanna know
When you can bring it home to me
I'm begging you, baby, please"

You want to know
If you can count on me
Honey, I wish I knew
How to leave

There but for the grace of god
Goes every girl I've ever loved
Dancing in the summer sun
All saint john's wort and opium
But I try not to judge, between
Canned goods and water jugs
Security's a commodity
That we're all buying up

I want to know
When you can bring it home to me
I'm begging you, baby, please

You want to know if you can
Up and count on me
Honey, I wish
I knew how to leave

The desert is a nice escape
The desert is a nice escape
You want to know if you can always count on me
I wish I knew how to leave