Underground

Lines and lines of waiting mothers
Touch the face of things to come
They say to you they might be lovers
Falling for another son
I saw your eyes open up, but they don't want down
I saw your eyes open up, but you don't back down
Little white fever, and master plaster
Eat my hands and sell the shows
Watch the things you say to each other
Tomorrow we must not finish up
I saw your eyes open up, but they don't want down
I saw your eyes open up, but you don't back down
Lines and lines of waiting mothers
Touch the face, falling for another son
Underground
They say to you, another son
Underground
Underground
They say to you
Underground