If you’ve ever wondered how the Atomic Sisters keep their harmonies so tight while managing the chaos of a post-war household, look no further. This latest track is a heartwarming, high-energy tribute to the next generation of KNF7—the kids who don’t just survive the bunker, they own it.

A Beautiful Mix of Grit and Glue

“My Three and Their Six” pulls back the heavy iron curtain on the sisters’ family lives. It’s a roll call of the wild, wonderful boys who make the bunker feel less like a vault and more like a home. From Arlow’s leadership to Lupin’s mischief, these kids are proving that you don’t need “fancy screens” to have a childhood—not when you’ve got pots, rope, and a handful of old latrine beans to keep you busy.

Whether they’re turning a cave into a cloud or locking doors just for the fun of it, these “bunker blue” boys are the living proof that love still sticks, even when the world above is in ruins.

Dancing to the Mass 7 Blues

There’s a special kind of pride in this song, the kind that comes from raising children through blackout storms and “busted light.” The Sisters remind us that winning isn’t about reclaiming the old world; it’s about the “soot on the cheeks” and the “sparks in the shoes” of the children who see a burnout card as a treasure.

So, here’s to the little rebels climbing the walls and swinging sticks. They are the light we pick in a world gone strange.

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MY THREE AND THEIR SIX

by: Atomic Sisters

I got three tough kids and I raised them right through blackout storms and busted light
They built their lives from grit and glue and now the six wild boys run in bunker blue

Oh my three and they’re six
They’re a beautiful mix climbing walls and swinging sticks
Arlow leads with Hugo quick
Luke’s laughing with a trick
Barrett’s strong and Meadow’s slick
Lupin’s got that mischief kick

My bunker heart does little flips for my three, their six

We don’t need toys or fancy screens just pots some rope and old latrine beans
One draws maps another roars and somebody’s always locking doors

Oh my three say it loud and they’re six what a crowd
They can turn a cave into a cloud
From the hatch to the yard they play fast
They play hard with a peanut shell and a burnout card
There’s soot on their cheeks and sparks in their shoes
They dance to the hum of the Mass 7 blues

We may be in ruins but love still sticks with my three and their six

Yes my three and their six they’re the light I pick
In a world gone strange they’re the best trick
From dusk to dawn through thick and thin
They remind me what it means to win

So here’s one more kiss on the bunker bricks
For my three
And their six

Love you all