For All Our Dead Friends Songtext

When it almost all ends
from an asteriod, a warhead, or aliens
brush myself off and pry some shoes
from a charred corpse and make my way home to you

Found a puppy on the side of the road
gnawing on an elbow, so I'm bringing her home
where in the rubble, we'll start our new life
just each other, the roaches, and oatmeal cream pies