Everyone quick to the center of townnEveryone quick to the center of townnStorm that capitol singing your siren songnBecause we've been taken in by this white collar fadnSo everyone quick to the center of townnEveryone quick to the center of townnnBut in the event this goes terribly wrongnStack them ten high and forty longnWe'll call it a lovers graveyardnA relic of the past gone stalenIt's a lover's graveyardnShe looks so cold and palennShe's a temptressnA cold war romancenRelax, relax, relaxnCause this is only a drillnRelax, relax, relaxnCause this is only a drillnBut the wooden desks won't save the children so run to church and live in fearnBut all the wooden desks won't save the childrennSo run to church and live in fearnBut all the wooden desks won't save the childrennSo run to church and live in fearnnBut in the event this goes terribly wrongnStack them ten high and forty longnWe'll call it a lovers graveyardnA relic of the past gone stalenIt's a lover's graveyardnShe looks so cold and palennAnd these are the rewards for being so dishonestnFor being so dishonestnRound up the insincerenCause we can't let them live in fear, nonnBut in the event this goes terribly wrongnStack them ten high and forty longnWe'll call it a lovers graveyardnA relic of the past gone stalenIt's a lover's graveyardnShe looks so cold and pale