I was raised by the radio waves
in my parent's separate homes
while our future was mortgaged for
the down payment on a war of our own
so for all the kids still underground
and all my friends still under ground
for every soul possessed with sound
here's a rhyme to kill our time:
underground or under ground
it's better to be lost than found
do you still remember when
we were going to save the world?
I went digging for the truth
but found nothing hard in the core
cuz in a world of lies, life is a crime
and each day, we do our time
punk rock changed my life
and so did money
underground or under ground
it's better to be lost than found
I've seen the wonders of the world, they mean nothing to me
it's a slave trade / war parade / landfill / strip mall / death factory
I'm the one you call none and this is my prayer:
no past, no present, no future

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