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-story 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)