When the rains began, no one understood
It was emptying the skies and the water would rise
So much higher than they thought that it could
First it took the coasts, then it flooded the plains
But by the grace of God even the peaks in Colorado
Weren’t high enough to still remain
Oh, how they tried, tried to survive
Rich men and women scrambled to their boats
But they ignore apocalyptic lore
Because only ours could even stay afloat
Other ships went down, passengers all drowned
But we were dry below the deck, rum parties and pets
And before long we were the only around
And we were making plans for how we’d want to live
All we needed was “everybody should always do the most good”
And we discussed how many fucks we should give (One! Two!)
We had no fights in forty nights
The philosophy so obviously clear
Oh, how we wished it hadn’t come to this
The solution didn’t have to be severe
But this is how it was, and it was such a shame
That the architect, with his building intact
Let the whole thing dissolve in the rain
And what was left behind would be a fresh clean slate
And we could still call it America
But we could finally make America great
Again
The lead singer of punk band Camp Cope ventures into romantic synth-pop territory, tempering slick arrangements with bare sentiment.
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