Underground

[00:06.81] Take a look round lively old London

[00:11.57] Buzzing crowds we sweat and we revel

[00:15.58] Red-cheeked shouts and songs

[00:18.09] In the flicker of the gaslight

[00:23.87] Eager Blighty bursts from the cobblestones

[00:27.37] Racing, climbing blooming fertility

[00:30.88] Born from secret seeds

[00:34.39] That were scattered in the nighttime

[00:38.91] London is fed upon the meat of the dead

[00:45.69] They're one shallow inch below the town

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[00:57.70] Leave them underground

[01:07.25] Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us

[01:11.02] Them that told us lies of their bravery

[01:14.28] Them that preached of progress, and put us in the poorhouse

[01:21.32] Them done horrid murder on bloody stages

[01:25.09] Them that loudly crowed their humility

[01:28.60] Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday

[01:35.63] All quiet now.

[01:38.39] Their mouths are stopped up by mud.

[01:42.41] They lie flung in rags and make no sound.

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[01:53.94] Leave them underground

[02:14.24] Those who fought for something better

[02:17.76] Those who taught by how they lived

[02:21.28] Loved ones taken long before their work was done

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[02:32.31] Leave them underground.

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[02:39.82] Leave them underground.