Subterranean
There's a clash of tunnel vision
Work and play, live and die in corridors
People are turning subterranean
And digging in, digging in for the fall
There's a flag arms to call a nation
Make the break from school to dole queue
People are turning radioactive
Beep beep the sensor beeps it out.
Come on
Let's escape this cold world comfort
Make the break, I'll meet you on the surface
Let's escape this cold world comfort
Make the break, I'll meet you on the surface
Way on up
There's a mood but no legislation
No guarantee it's a tabloid reality
People are making good connections
Write, write, write it up for us all
Come on
Let's escape this cold war comfort
Make the break, I'll meet you on the surface
Let's escape this cold war comfort
Make the break, I'll meet you on the surface
Way, way on up
Way on up
No more cold subterranean
No more cold at all
Lock the door
Let's escape this cold war comfort
Make the break, I'll meet you on the surface
Let's escape this cold war comfort
Make the break, I'll meet you on the surface
Way, way on up
Autor(es): ADAM TERENCE WOODS, CYRIL JOHN CURNIN, DANIEL KINGSMILL BROWN, JAMES WEST ORAM, PETER JOHN GREENALL
