What's that sound?

Like an aeroplane coming down

Like every banshee in every hell

Uniting in one diabolical yell



They said we're eight miles down

And we're eight miles down

We don't know much but we know what we like

A particular chord when you strike it just right



This is the brain

It's the center of all our pain

Where every banshee in every hill

Is uniting in one diabolical yell.



They said we're eight miles down

And we're eight miles down

We don't know much but we know what we like

A particular chord when you strike it just right



We've been here all along

We sing our lonely song

First in on every sigh

Lions and tigers and bears oh my



Stop making a stand

(turn it up turn it up)

Take matters in hand

(turn it up turn it up)

We've sung the first hit already, flip it over again

(turn it up turn it up)



We're eight miles down

We're eight miles down

We don't know much but me we know what we like

A particular chord when you strike it just right



First in on every sigh

Lions and tigers and bears oh my



Stop making a stand

(turn it up turn it up)

Take matters in hand

(turn it up turn it up)

We've sung the first hit already, flip it over again

(turn it up turn it up turn it up turn in up turn it up!)



Stop making a stand

(turn it up turn it up)

Take matters in hand

(turn it up turn it up)

Here we are at the end already, flip it over again

(turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it....)