In the heat of the sunnWith other people living underground nAnd with the shape of a facenWe have lovers of night making sound, cryingnn[chorus]nWe hear the message going around?nThere’s not a sound, there’s not a soundnIt’s a system, where’s the law?nWe want the truth the secrets living undergroundnLiving underground.nnThere might be more ways than onenTo help, to help me carry on, oh woah!nThere lies a message over therenWith no one ever, no one ever truly cares, no woah!nn[chorus]nnLiving underground x 4nOh, help, help, help, oooohhhh!