Lyrics

9. Storm Comin’



Gonna build me a castle outta mortar and stones

With a big blockade outta mastodon bones

Gonna burrow down deep among the roots and the grubs

Keep my head down with the beetles and the bugs



Gonna build me a fortress outta rock and steel

With doors that bolt and windows that seal

Gonna build me walls 'bout ten foot thick

Outta old car chassis, barbed wire, and brick



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Well, the horizon is clear, for as far as the eye can see

But there’s a storm comin’, and she’s gonna make a mess outta me



Gonna build me a levee outta gravel and fill

With a tall watchtower at the top of the hill

Gonna build me a bunker with a big searchlight

Keep my eyes wide open and the hatch locked tight



chorus



Ernest Troost, vocals, guitars

Nicole Gordon, harmony vocals

Mark “Pocket” Goldberg, upright bass

Ralph Humphrey, drums