Great lines of numbers, all bright and shiny

All through the ether, some huge, some tiny

All though the ether from France to China

Unite the people, all bottomliners

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