When there's a trap set up for you

In every corner of this town

And so you learn the only way to go is underground

When there's a trap set up for you

In every corner of your room

And so you learn the only way to go is through the roof



Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground



And as we're crossing border after border

We realize that difference is none

It's underdogs who, and if you want it

You always have to make your own fun



And as the upperdog leisurely sighing

The local cultures are dying and dying

The programmed robots are buying and buying

And a psycho load of freaks they are still trying trying



Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground



And as the boy scouts learn to read between the lines

The silver rabbits hop between their fathers' lies

And boy scouts ask "Where? Where do they go?"

They go to the country that they only know



Just like their meanings they lay between the lines

Between the borders their real countries hide

The strategigo's saw their advertise

Their strategy of being is one of in-your-face disguise



Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground!



And when their own walls they will a-crumble,

And all the systems will be discumbumbled,

Around the stump of bigotry, our own [Ukrainian].



Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, and underground

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground

Ooohoohoooh through the roof! Underground!



[Ukrainian]



Through the roof! And underground!

Through the roof! Underground!