Be The President

Somewhere deep down underground
At the bottom of a pit
In a mine below the city
Steely muscles ache and split
Where childhood songs and tales
Heal the wound from your remorse
Where window shopping eyes go
Looking for the source
We were all born naked
With nothing in our cup
Ten million tons of stone
Where the cities all grew up
And the walls of Necropolis
Breathing pain sweat and hope
Underground… underground
You can tell the children now
Be the president
You be the president
…underground
In the starry black night
There’s a feast behind your door
All them debtcollecting letters
Get another birthday on your floor
Down where life is short
A party in a dustbin
Singing songs to children
'bout no grief looking in
Somewhere deep down underground
Sledgehammers sing their song
'bout a sun heating up our bodies
When the winter has been too long
Let it echo in your brain
You’re a need, a star, a gong
Underground… underground
Be the president
You be the president
…underground