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-story 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)