80,000 Underground lyrics

Bones beneath the shovel's blade That's what the radio said Years ago a pay-off made Build a mall on top of the dead 80,000 Undergound 80,000 not a sound 80,000 nameless souls Brothers, sisters of us all A mother in her cotton dress A little baby taken in distress A hobo with a kindly face There was a daughter of a southern slave Bulging wallets, empty hearts The walking dead push shopping carts What price human dignity? Betrayed because of poverty