Another Night In The Underground Lyrics - Singles - Rob Klajda

I hear the sound of the same old horses 

Dull thud of their worn out shoes 

Singing songs and naming their sources 

Youre in the way you better move 

I found a pot of fools gold 

Now theres a price upon my soul 

Too bad they dont take pain for tender 

Thats the only compensation I can render 

Its the sound of the hard times beat 

The bitter blues of the bad news streets 

You dont exist, you make no sound 

The flashing lights all come around 

The world upstairs is a zombie town 

Another night in the underground 

The clock is all too tightly wound 

Time is hanging upside down 

Another night in the underground 

Now the news reruns 

Theyre buying bigger guns 

Nice guys by firesides eager to experiment 

From Dr. Frankenstein to Mr. President 

Its the sound of the hard times beat 

The bitter blues of the bad news streets 

You dont exist, you make no sound 

The flashing lights all come around 

The world upstairs is a zombie town 

Another night in the underground 

The clock is all too tightly wound 

Time is hanging upside down 

Another night in the underground