Rumblin´ Underground

Rumblin´ Underground

G.b.h
(album: No Need To Panic)

Broken glass is everywhere, crunchin´ underfoot,
the windswept streets preparing for the flood.
A priest with a bible is doing all the plugs,
jobs now are seconary to sex and drugs.

Honesty is our only weapon,
walls come tumbling down.
There´s a panic in the West,
and there´s a rumblin´ underground.

Sniff the air it only brings a stench of the Neu Smell.
Faceless icebergs burnin´ down in Hell.
"Don´t worry son you know you´ll go far",
Daddy´s gonna´ buy you a brand spanking new guitar.

Sometimes I think the whole world´s against me,
somethimes I think I´m gonna´ win.
In the depths of the quagmire,
the only thing is never to give in.

Subterranean vibrations as the masses start to rise.
Pseudo zombies can´t believe their eyes.
Light a fire in our hearts, things begin to boil,
energy comes draining down, soaking through the soil.