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When meltdown power comes around

There's nothing much that you can do

Hiding underneath a big orange tarp

With holes in the sides and a ring at the top

It's raining Bad Bombs in my garage

It's something that I heard, not something that I saw

It's raining Bad Bombs in my garage

It's the assholes across the street

Bad Bombs, yeah Bad Bombs

Inside that house, things go down

No drugs, no guns, nothing of that sort

Too much thinking does me no good,

One way or another I'm gonna suffer

Bad Bombs, raining Bad Bombs on me

Bad Bombs, Bad Bombs that I can't see

Bad Bombs, raining Bad Bombs on me

Bad Bombs, are making these knees weak