Jill Sobule

We could all be gone When the Russian gangsters sell the bomb And the waves come roaring from the sea A hundred foot swells over Venice Beach Well don't be scared and take my hand We'll swim into the promised land It was a good life It was a good, good life.

We could all be gone When the Russian gangsters sell the bomb And the waves come roaring from the sea A hundred foot swells over Venice Beach Well don't be scared and take my hand We'll swim into the promised land It was a good life It was a good, good life.

We could all be gone When the Russian gangsters sell the bomb And the waves come roaring from the sea A hundred foot swells over Venice Beach Well don't be scared and take my hand We'll swim into the promised land It was a good life It was a good, good life.