Testo di Be The President

Somewhere deep down under ground At the bottom of a pit In a mine below the city Stealing muscles they can split Where childhoodsongs and tales Steal the wounds from your remorse Where windowshoping eyes Goes looking for the soars We were all born naked With nothing in our cup Ten million tons of stone Where the citys all grew up And the walls in the city Breathing pain sweating hope Under ground, under ground You can tell all the children about Being the president you being the president Under ground, under ground In the stareyed black night There's a feast behind your door All the debtcollecting letters Have another birthday on your floor But our life is short A party in the dustbin Sing a song to the children About a griefmissing end Somewhere deep down under ground Sledgehammers sing their song About the sunning of our bodies When the winter been to long Let it echo in your brain You're a needed star of dawn Being the president you being the president Under ground, under ground