Lyrics
Shove your head into the ground
Try your best to find the sound
It’s a subterranean bottomless pit
That’s why it’s called the underground
Any punk with half a brain
Doesn’t care about Egg or Chain
It’s just internet people trying to make
A thing just like dole wave
It may not be New York, Berlin, Or any of the rest
Dagger eyes from all other scenes, even from the Midwest
Clench your hand into a fist
When you’ve got a grip then don’t resist
Lose yourself and dance around
The feeling of the underground
Everyone knows the Saints came first
They took the sound like it was Patty Hearst
It’s a growing, ever evolving sound
Modern Australian Underground
Written by: Jake Robertson
