When there is trap set up for you,
In every corner of this town,
And so you learn the only way to go is underground.
When there is 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.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
And we crossing border after border,
We realise the 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 (inaudible) they are still trying trying.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, 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 live between the lines,
Between the borders their real countryside,
Their strategies, they advertise,
Their strategy of being is in-your-face disguise.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, 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].
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, and underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground.
Ooohooooh, through the roof, underground!
[Ukrainian]
Through the roof! And underground!
Through the roof! Underground!
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