It don't matter which disaster you set up to stop
When it hits in it takes love with it
It don't care all that much for you
Why don't you pick a number
There ain't enough room up here for you
Why don't you use your knowhow, build your own house and make it disaster proof
Dirty water and a crying mother make it hard to watch the news
Why don't you change the channel what you can do
Something like a black and white cartoon
Why don't you use your knowledge to make it solid and make it disaster proof
Pick a number
Wait with hunger?
There ain't enough room up here for you
Why don't you use your knowhow, build your own house and make it disaster proof
Writer(s): Thomas Hardy Morris
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