MARTIN:   There's talk of mines where we can hide   There's room for you and me inside   Oh, Mariel! Sweet apple pie!   You can't be shy or close your eyes      MARIEL:   You talk of mines where we can hide   Until the bombs and floods subside   That hole's a drag, it's not my bag   It's dark and cold, it smells like mold      M&M:   'Cause there's a world beneath the earth   It deals in blood and lives in dirt   But we'll escape our nickle fate   Yeah, we'll be safe in a nine inch grave