Girls of the Apocalypse

Cindy, Cindy, where you gone,

Dance me through the great beyond,

Mushroom cloud then so long,

I'm lonesome all night through the dawn.

Orange sky and yellow sun,

Trade my rations and my gun

To see you holler come and run,

And love me 'til the day is done.

Mary Lou, Mary Lou,

Tell me what's become of you,

In the bunker when it blew,

Did the food go rancid too; but

Radiation off the charts

In our lungs and in our hearts;

The whole dang culture blown apart,

To the Stone Age we depart.

Girls of the Apocalypse

Bat their eyes and paint their lips,

On abandoned runway strips

They steal your heart and ammo clips;

Girls of the Apocalypse

Search for you like radar blips,

Blood red moon in full eclipse,

C'mon baby swing your hips

Though Cupid's darts are poison tipped,

Meet me where the sunlight slips

Between the wrecks that ain't been stripped.

Cari Ann, Cari Ann,

I guess I just don't understand,

You drank the water in your hand

Now you're buried 'neath the land,

I was Adam, you were Eve,

We had a new world to conceive

In the tall grass and the leaves,

Was it all just make-believe?

All them gals I used to know

From here to Tennessee-i-o,

Some ran hot, some ran cold,

Some you'd swear were centerfolds;

The good old days have all flown past --

Turned to cinders, turned to ash,

Like a kiss it just don't last,

All the treasure turns to trash.

Girls of the Apocalypse,

Crazy as an acid trip;

They remain like hieroglyphs

Past falling planes and sinking ships,

Girls of the Apocalypse,

When your mind completely slips

Their memory hangs on with a grip,

Traveling in their slow ellipse

While the savage curtain rips,

Still they make your teardrops drip,

Still your heart completely flips.

Girls of the Apocalypse

Bat their eyes and paint their lips,

On abandoned runway strips

They steal your heart and ammo clips;

Girls of the Apocalypse

Search for you like radar blips,

Blood red moon in full eclipse,

C'mon baby swing your hips

Though Cupid's darts are poison tipped,

Meet me where the sunlight slips

Between the wrecks that ain't been stripped.