When there's a trap set up for you In every corner of this town And so you learn the only way to go is underground When there's a trap set up for you In every corner of your room And so you learn the only way to go is through the roof
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground
And as we're crossing border after border We realize that difference is none It's underdogs who, and if you want it You always have to make your own fun
And as the upperdog leisurely sighing The local cultures are dying and dying The programmed robots are buying and buying And a psycho load of freaks they are still trying trying
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground
And as the boy scouts learn to read between the lines The silver rabbits hop between their fathers' lies And boy scouts ask "Where? Where do they go?" They go to the country that they only know
Just like their meanings they lay between the lines Between the borders their real countries hide The strategigo's saw their advertise Their strategy of being is one of in-your-face disguise
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground!
And when their own walls they will a-crumble, And all the systems will be discumbumbled, Around the stump of bigotry, our own [Ukrainian].
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground Ooohoohoooh through the roof, and underground Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground Ooohoohoooh through the roof! Underground!
[Ukrainian]
Through the roof! And underground! Through the roof! Underground!