Lyrics:
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
Back in 1870
Just beneath the Great White Way
Alfred Beach worked secretly
Risking all to ride a dream
His wind machine
His wind machine
New
City and the morning sun
Were awoken by the strangest sound
Reportedly as far as Washington
The tremors shook the earth as Alfie
Blew underground
Blew
ain't going nowhere this is infinite
That's my lil' baby he so sensitive (sensitive)
I know it drive you crazy, crazy, crazy (hold on sis, yo)
New
know shit about your boy
Uh
Haters can catch the ammonia
Now piss off with the angles
Then get pissed on
By the system
Yeah fuck off and then get some
that I have not let you down
If there's a heaven then it's underground
Seven seconds too late I reached the gate
I am distracted by the look
If you want more then there's bound to be slippage
All the days alive become the real riches
Imma stick around til I'm the new vintage
Ain't no save
and enjoy a brand new terrified state of mind
Leave everything else behind
And be consumed by the spirit of the night
Beyond the cemetery, lies a very
that you're far from the trends
Well, I've got news for you,
You're creating one more
Open your closed eyes now
Lock up your ears
Release your narrowed
Same o' plant, I still got Ed
Quit smoking bowls now I get head instead
Same o' bed, but I got new sheets
cause the ass I hit now, yo, you wouldn't
that's what you'd call it
Uneasy ally of the body
It felt nameless as a river undiscovered underground
And the first time that you kissed me
I drank
A burial ground lights old desires
Immortal life, primordial fire
For all the ones that passed away in vein, in deep pain
Looking for a new life underground
Smoked a lot then found myself opening portals
Walked into a world playing games amongst mortals
But a time travelling mystic live by reversal order
was the first time
I heard a New York rapper before that
Bass music was the thing that I blasted
Out the boombox, 2Pac, Digital Underground
Thug Life,
of his imaginary friend
In Camden Town I'll meet you by the underground
In Camden Town we'll walk there as the sun goes down
In Camden Town
In Camden
the bottom now we made it on the scene hates Rest In Peace you can see me on the vip by any mean necessary yeah I am gonna get it hip hop underground my swag
up on em rock a By a baby like whoooooooo
Bust down
Bust down
Bust down
Yea
Trap phone
Trap phone
Ringing like
Brrrrrrrrrrr
Brand new for
he got stuck by a stiletto
Just flew off shout out dinero different cities new dinero need no pity if im muerto
Keep it real thats from the get go need
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
me
Also, I'm sending love to all of the above
They gotta whisper to me
I'm all alone in the place of underground
And I'm surrounded by grace
KMFDM forever sucks
Here's your voice from the underground
KMFDM
Get ready for another round
KMFDM
Nothing new, it's the same old shit
KMFDM
If it
Men aren't fit to rule
That's when he took his pearly crown
He raised it up and spun it 'round
And tossed into the deep blue underground
No
all a masterpiece
Since then Nic, never gave up
He be making new songs, ep's Even albums
All by himself and that's the thing he Loves
Staying
it
Freedom is something so beautiful, but it's difficult to navigate within
New Haven, Connecticut, they got him in the street
Ten shots by
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