Somewhere deep down under ground

At the bottom of a pit

In a mine below the city

Stealing muscles they can split

Where childhoodsongs and tales

Steal the wounds from your remorse

Where windowshoping eyes

Goes looking for the soars



We were all born naked

With nothing in our cup

Ten million tons of stone

Where the citys all grew up

And the walls in the city

Breathing pain sweating hope

Under ground, under ground

You can tell all the children about



Being the president

you being the president

Under ground, under ground



In the stareyed black night

There's a feast behind your door

All the debtcollecting letters

Have another birthday on your floor

But our life is short

A party in the dustbin

Sing a song to the children

About a griefmissing end



Somewhere deep down under ground

Sledgehammers sing their song

About the sunning of our bodies

When the winter been to long

Let it echo in your brain

You're a needed star of dawn



Being the president

you being the president

Under ground, under ground