Текст песни Underground - Hugh Coltman
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.
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