Lyrics
Summer heat springs the fog Winter storms bring the flood Sandbag every door Hose it down, burn wood
We built this town on a fault line Dive in when it opens up The caniculus The caniculus The caniculus
If the ground starts moving Or if your clothes ignite If you find yourself drowning And your breath gets tight
We built this town on a fault line Dive in when it opens up The caniculus The caniculus The caniculus
Stock up on the rations Inventory of needs If the flames stay high enough You'll get left in the weeds
The caniculus The caniculus The caniculus The caniculus The caniculus The caniculus The caniculus