Rob Klajda - Another Night In The Underground lyrics

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