Another Night In The Underground

I hear the sound of the same old horses
Dull thud of their worn out shoes
Singing songs and naming their sources
Youre in the way you better move
I found a pot of fools gold
Now theres a price upon my soul
Too bad they dont take pain for tender
Thats the only compensation I can render
Its the sound of the hard times beat
The bitter blues of the bad news streets
You dont exist, you make no sound
The flashing lights all come around
The world upstairs is a zombie town
Another night in the underground
The clock is all too tightly wound
Time is hanging upside down
Another night in the underground
Now the news reruns
Theyre buying bigger guns
Nice guys by firesides eager to experiment
From Dr. Frankenstein to Mr. President
Its the sound of the hard times beat
The bitter blues of the bad news streets
You dont exist, you make no sound
The flashing lights all come around
The world upstairs is a zombie town
Another night in the underground
The clock is all too tightly wound
Time is hanging upside down
Another night in the underground