80,000 Underground Lyrics
Bones beneath the shovel's blade
That's what the radio said
Years ago a pay-off made
Build a mall on top of the dead
80,000 Undergound
80,000 not a sound
80,000 nameless souls
Brothers, sisters of us all
A mother in her cotton dress
A little baby taken in distress
A hobo with a kindly face
There was a daughter of a southern slave
Bulging wallets, empty hearts
The walking dead push shopping carts
What price human dignity?
Betrayed because of poverty