The high road's been burned down
and the low is underground
dig a tunnel strait up
we're clearly all corrupt
running in the dark
praying the fists won't leave a mark
swearing we'll do better
if we get to write home a letter,
just ignore the screaming around you
tomorrow there'll be to few
fight the rats and the dog
for a chance to see the purple smog,
that burns and etches your eyes
making it harder to see the lies
and we're never going to reach our goals
and there's no hope for our souls.
Because the high road's burning down,
we'll take the low one, underground
and the low is underground
dig a tunnel strait up
we're clearly all corrupt
running in the dark
praying the fists won't leave a mark
swearing we'll do better
if we get to write home a letter,
just ignore the screaming around you
tomorrow there'll be to few
fight the rats and the dog
for a chance to see the purple smog,
that burns and etches your eyes
making it harder to see the lies
and we're never going to reach our goals
and there's no hope for our souls.
Because the high road's burning down,
we'll take the low one, underground
Dynamo
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