i sailed to no-mans island
in a raft made for two
i never said that i was going
but i guess i always knew.
i took a book about survival
but all the pages blew away,
had a compass in my pocket
but the needle wouldn't lay.
so i walked along the shoreline
heading for a some-no-where
and as i looked beyond my shoulder
i saw no footprints there.
so i trawled along the beach
checking out the land
but only found a dirty bomb
buried in the sand.
so now i'm picking at the
driftwood of the wreckages of old
'cos i need to build a bunker
'fore that bomb of mine explodes.