Down Underground

Down Underground - The Suicide File

Hate comes in whispers not angry yells

Creeping through your nightmares

Leaving putrid smells

And there's a million stories of sordid private lives

There's an army of skeletons behind a wall of lies

Down underground

Keep digging below

Down underground

You never know

Down underground

Keep digging below

Down underground

Keep digging below

Beneath the plush hotels

Beneath the oyster shells

Beneath the glamour and grace

Beneath the satin and lace