Composer : Austin Wintory/Scott Edgar/Steven Gates/Simon Hail
Take a look round lively old London
Buzzing crowds we sweat and we revel
Red cheeked shouts and songs
In the flicker of the gaslight
Eager blighty bursts from the cobblestones
Racing,climbing blooming fertility
Born from secret seeds
That were scattered in the nighttime
London is fed upon the meat of the dead
They're one shallow inch below the town
Underground
Underground
Leave Them Underground
Them that whispered dreams
That only poisoned us
Them that told us lies of their bravery
Them that preached of progress
And put us in the poorhouse
Them done horrid murder on bloody stages
Them that loudly crowed their humility
Lords and dames that sung
In the chapels on a sunday
All Quiet Now
Their mouths are stopped up by mud
They lie flung in rags and make no sound
Underground
Underground
Leave Them Underground
Those who fought for something better
Those who taught by how they lived
Loved ones taken long before
Their work was done
Underground
Underground
Leave Them Underground
Underground
Underground
Leave Them Underground
Underground
Underground
Leave Them Underground
Underground
Underground
Leave Them Underground
