Deep Gap #2

I've got a home in that rock don't you see
Like a postmodern stone-age family
Me my three girls and a dog named Dinah
Where what was once Deep Gap, North Carolina
I've got a home in that rock don't you see

We've been here since last January
Cave living's not what it's cracked up to be
Hot in the sun and freezing in the winter
Wash our Gore-Tex jackets in the river
We've been here since last January

The grasshoppers ate all our wheat
But these purple berries can't be beat
Nearest pizza's closed since last nuclear winter
It's a drag they no longer deliver
The grasshoppers ate all our wheat

I dreamed of a city of gold
Everybody doing what they're told
Feeding slot machines with uranium quarters
Playing Russian roulette with the Founding Fathers
in a lead plated city of gold

This firecracker blew up in my hand
I wanted more winning than I could stand
Not 10,000 candlelight games of Scrabble
and sour hard cider made from wild crabapples
This firecracker blew up in my hand