Here’s to the day when all the skies turned white
Warm powder coated parking lots, familiar thoughts
most higher forms of life
And all the commotion must have scared away the sun
but not before it took its vengeance on us all
The idiots with the vacuum switch left us behind
Repeat again, they got it all and gave back nothing
Yeah, another anthem subterranean resides right beneath 1945
With my arms glued securely to my sides
all that I can do is yell my guts dry
Buttons and citizens left red and depressed
Countdowns and businessmen all dressed up
dead inside and it’s gone It’s all gone
New cultures built of dirt and flames
look to the sky and point to blame us all
While the men have gone away to fight
the innocent huddle in the cool pacific moonlight
Shadows of this place softly congregate
but never show their faces to the other monster races
Yeah, another anthem subterranean resides right beneath 1945
Walking streets hidden underneath the streets
Whiffing ash and metal, this time we’re left behind
We’re left behind
So now we sing the new refrain
We sing sub terrain, sub terrain, sub terrain