Robyn Hitchcock - The Underneath lyrics

We are the underneath We fit inside a two words No credit cards for us No plastic and no mobiles If you can't sell me something Then how can you respect me? If you can't sell me something We might as well not be We practice but we don't know We practice but we don't know Eat sausages and yams Read papers with the words on I know just who I am The one you drew the birds on The birds begin to fly And suddenly I'm naked I'm up there in the sky Don't know if I can make it We practice but we don't know We practice but we don't know We practice but we don't know We practice but we don't know We are the underneath Not popular or local So silently we tread So you can do your vocal We're what's left when you take away everything We're what's left when you take away everything We're what's left when you take away everything else When everything has gone We're all that is remaining And deep into my heart Forever will be raining If you can't sell me something Then how can you respect me? If you can't sell me something We might as well not be We practice but we don't know We practice but we don't know We practice but we don't know We practice but we don't know We are the underneath