Natural Resources (Ft. Fog)

The other night, a firefight
Bursts of sewing machine gun fire
From your postition
Barricaded behind the piano

I return with small arms
Stuttered shots from typewriter keys

And yet in the silence
Between the volley
The hearts of weary camps
Sing to each other:

However faintly
As we each seek to claim
Disputed territory

The us beneath the other (x4)

The us beneath the other
Which is rich
In natural resources (x3)