The New Underground - Guster

Welcome, you’re under control

And buried like a mole

A thousand feet below

Waiting, we’re all that we’ve got

Our reputation’s shot

A ninety storey fall

No one here can make a sound

We’re all ghosts in this town

We are standing in the trenches

Of the new underground

Pipe down, stay under control

It’s getting so absurd

Soon everything will turn

It’s our time to see the sun

There’ll be a crack and our day will come

Maybe then we’ll be the ones

You never can be sure, the shot heard 'round the world

No one here can make a sound

We’re just ghosts in this town

We are standing in the trenches

Of the new underground

No one here can make a sound

We’re just ghosts in this town

We are standing in the trenches

Of the new underground

All the walls are coming down

We’re still hanging around

We are digging in the trenches

Of the new underground

(All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)

(All right, yeah, all right, uh-huh)

(Yeah, I got it, uh-huh, all right)

(Uh-huh, all right, yeah, uh-huh)

(Uh huh, I got it, morning, I know you are)

(I got it, I got it, make that shit funky, yeah)