LYRICS

I PICKED PARSLEY IN THE BLAST ZONE

I tied my boots grabbed my sack

Slung a Geiger 'cross my back

The soil was hot the wind was mean

But I found green where there'd been machine



I picked parsley in the blast zone

With my goggles and my mask on

You can run from fallout or make a stew

I choose spice and I choose you

While the sirens screamed and the sky turned chrome

I picked parsley in the blast zone



The rad count rose but so did thyme

Found rosemary on a powerline

Stashed sorrel in a shattered drone

Sipped mint tea from a safety cone



I picked parsley in the blast zone

With my boots half melted but my sass full grown

You can hoard your cans and bunker alone

I've got soup to make and seeds to sown

The world blew up but I held my own

When I picked parsley in the blast zone



There's life out here if you know the look

Not every weed is a poison book

My apron's lead my will is chrome

And my spice rack's carved in stone



So if you see a flash don't hide at home

Come find me I'm out where the seedlings roam

We'll stir up hope in a fallout dome

Cause I picked parsley in the blast zone