Our Economic Future

In the land of Atlantis where the sun don’t shine
It gets darker down there every day
That’s when two explorers fell into a mine
And that’s the price they have to pay

They carry their clubs upon their back
Mole men, mole men
They climb above ground and then attack
Mole men, mole men
Beware of the head mole man, Jack
Mole men, mole men

They’re the slavery labor of the underground
Their masters make them suffer and work
If you listen you’re sure to hear the terrible sound
Of mole men crawling out of the dirt

The Dickies, “Attack of the Mole Men”, Dawn of the Dickies