this is Ben Bringemhome saying
g'nite to all you fine fellas
and lady friends, batten the blinds
down good when the sirens call
and give them dreamkrauts the old
one-two for me, for everyone on
the home front pulling together
the airwave engine tracers and
dull distant thuds, the
rubble jumps together
the dust a couple of us
wail echoes off the basement
brick, and rest
silent displaced trans
missions, this is Ben, this is
the end, where we say g'nite, tune in
