The New Underground

Welcome, you’re under control
And buried like a mole
A thousand feet below
Waiting, we’re all that we’ve got
Our reputation’s shot
A ninety storey fall
No one here can make a sound
We’re all ghosts in this town
We are standing in the trenches
Of the new underground
Pipe down, stay under control
It’s getting so absurd
Soon everything will turn
It’s our time to see the sun
There’ll be a crack and our day will come
Maybe then we’ll be the ones
You never can be sure, the shot heard 'round the world
No one here can make a sound
We’re just ghosts in this town
We are standing in the trenches
Of the new underground
No one here can make a sound
We’re just ghosts in this town
We are standing in the trenches
Of the new underground
All the walls are coming down
We’re still hanging around
We are digging in the trenches
Of the new underground
(All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)
(All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)
(Yeah, I got it, uh-huh, all right)
(Uh-huh, all right, yeah, uh-huh)
(Uh huh, I got it, morning, I know you are)
(I got it, I got it, make that shit funky, yeah)