The Happy Bullets

A Momentary Vision of The End of The World as Seen Through the Eyes of a Suburban Housewife

Dogs and cats are speaking portuguese
And the pipes are leaking
Piles and piles of laundry
And credit cards all expire
What timing

And all of the garage doors open
In perfect synchronicity
And all of the washers and driers
Take on personalities of you and me
You and me

La la la, lala la la la, lala la la la

She's frantically
Writing thank you cards
For her friends and family
People line the curb smiling
All shaking hands
And saying their goodbye's

And all of the mailboxes here
Are full to capacity
Everyone's license to drive
Expires eventually
So do we
So do we

La la la, lala la la la, lala la la la