Waiting On Oblivion

He drove an Eldorado, in a sleepy little town, when Wally and the Beaver were just kids.
You always had the feeling, every time he came around; he knew something no one else did.
He was a self employed successful businessman. Selling survival to anyone he can.
It's got cinder block construction and a roof that's made of steel; the safest place for each and every one.
A blast resistant door that keeps all the fallout out, while you're waiting on oblivion to come.

Don't you worry, don't you fret, it's the best thing yet. You can own it for a reasonable sum.
It'll give you peace of mind, that's oh so hard to find, while you're waiting on oblivion to come.

A transistor radio, Emergency Broadcast Band, tells you what remains of this great land.
A month's supply of canned goods and a drum of H20, keeps you full and feelin' all aglow.
No matter what you need to survive, you can get it wholesale, you can stay alive.
Monopoly, Parcheesi, Bridge, Canasta too, while away the hours and have fun.
And a double barreled greeting for when mutants come to call, while your waiting on oblivion to come.

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When the cold war ended, the nightmare went away, Strategic Arms restraint or so they say.
The bunker that I bought, had become uncool, people said I was a bleepin' fool.
But lately there's a string of bad events, tornadoes, floods and earthquakes, uprising and dissent.
And now we all can worry about a new atomic threat; your local power plant might meltdown yet.
So, I'll be in my shelter where the last laugh has begun, while you're waiting on oblivion to come.

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