My travelling companions are 9 and 35
We're living in the bunker glad to be alive
We've prepped for living, a year or more
And we turned the crank on that big steel door
I've heard about rich folks with private planes
That flew to New Zealand when the shit begins
They live with their pilots and their next of kin
In the time of the great unravelling
Now The planes dont fly the phones dont call
And the FM dial gots no country at all
We fuss and we fight like we did before
But we thank the lord for that big steel door
Well it's big and it's steel
It's strong and it's blue
And it keeps me safe from the things you do
You called me crazy when I tried to explain
All about the great unravelling
We sit and we think on the wages of sin
Over super at the table with another tin
Sometimes I cry when they start to sing
In the time of the great unravelling
Well, The kids are growing but they hate it here
But we'll go outside when the coast is clear
You can live in fear but we don't no more
Since we live behind a big steel door
Well it's big and it's steel
It's strong and it's blue
And it keeps me safe from the things you do
You called me crazy when I tried to explain
All about the great unravelling
Well it's big and it's steel
It's strong and it's blue
And it keeps me safe from the things you do
They called me crazy when I tried to explain
All about the great unravelling
They called me crazy when I tried to explain
All about the great unravelling