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