Letra de «80,000 Underground»
"Bones beneath the shovel's blade," that's what the radio said
Years ago, a payoff made built a mall on top of the dead
Eighty thousand underground Eighty thousand; not a sound Eighty thousand nameless souls; brothers, sisters of us all
A mother in her cotton dress A little baby taken in distress A hobo with a kindly face There was a daughter of a southern slave
Eighty thousand underground Eighty thousand; not a sound Eighty thousand nameless souls; brothers, sisters of us all Bulging wallets, empty hearts The walking dead push shopping carts What price human dignity? Betrayed because of poverty
Eighty thousand underground Eighty thousand; not a sound Eighty thousand nameless souls; brothers, sisters of us all Eighty thousand underground Eighty thousand; not a sound Eighty thousand nameless souls; brothers, sisters of us all Eighty thousand...underground Eighty thousand...not a sound Eighty thousand Eighty thousand Eighty thousand underground
Eighty thousand underground Eighty thousand; not a sound Eighty thousand nameless souls; brothers, sisters of us all
A mother in her cotton dress A little baby taken in distress A hobo with a kindly face There was a daughter of a southern slave
Eighty thousand underground Eighty thousand; not a sound Eighty thousand nameless souls; brothers, sisters of us all Bulging wallets, empty hearts The walking dead push shopping carts What price human dignity? Betrayed because of poverty
Eighty thousand underground Eighty thousand; not a sound Eighty thousand nameless souls; brothers, sisters of us all Eighty thousand underground Eighty thousand; not a sound Eighty thousand nameless souls; brothers, sisters of us all Eighty thousand...underground Eighty thousand...not a sound Eighty thousand Eighty thousand Eighty thousand underground
