Great lines of numbers

All bright and shiny

All through the ether

Some huge, some tiny

All though the ether

From France to China

Unite the people

All bottomliners



Some brass, some paper,

Some gold, some silver,

Some full of promise,

Some full of anger,

In ranks of thousands

They fall and stumble

All bottomliners

We make the number



And in the future,

New forms of romance:

Grenade and landmine

In twilit silence

With hands that tremble

And lives that flounder

All bottomliners

All undergrounders

All undergrounders

All undergrounders

All undergrounders