Underground

Underground, beneath these city streets The screech of tires on the ground Underground, the tunnels ringing with, The pound of feet beneath this town. Underground, the time is precious it Hangs in the corner of your eyes, Look around, you are not welcome here, When you refuse to be drowned out. We're going underground, How to survive this town, living underground. Underground, the city trembles and, The rythm grinding you down, In this town you got your business and, I got my music turned up loud. We're going underground, How to survive this town, living underground. CORRIGER