Some brass, some paper,
Some gold, some silver,
Some full of promise,
Some full of anger,
In ranks of thousands
They fall and stumble
All bottomliners
We make the number
And in the future,
New forms of romance:
Grenade and landmine
In twilit silence
With hands that tremble
And lives that flounder
All bottomliners
All undergrounders
All undergrounders
All undergrounders
All undergrounders