I’m standing with the rank-n-file I’m marching with
the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves
let my imagination go and drop me where i feel most scare back snap back already giving thanks im not trapped working in a sweatshop somewhere this songs for those less fortunate locked in a world where both ends aren’t meant to meet I’m standing with the rank-n-file I’m marching with the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves let my imagination go and drop me where i feel most scare synaptic flashes in my head then total thanks again I’m not soldiering somewhere this songs for the countless souls who died in vain for someone else’s gain.
left my birthplace for forgeign streets to strange places new faces i flew shoeless kids stood on the corner their eyes they were transfixed on you so I’m standing with the rank-n-file
I’m marching with the underground my black heart worn on the sleeve
I’m standing with the rank-n-file I’m marching with
the underground our black hearts worn on our sleeves