MARTIN:nThere's talk of mines where we can hidenThere's room for you and me insidenOh, Mariel! Sweet apple pie!nYou can't be shy or close your eyesnnMARIEL:nYou talk of mines where we can hidenUntil the bombs and floods subsidenThat hole's a drag, it's not my bagnIt's dark and cold, it smells like moldnnM&M:n'Cause there's a world beneath the earthnIt deals in blood and lives in dirtnBut we'll escape our Biblical fatenYeah, we'll be safe in a miner's grave