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)
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