Walking in The Underground

Cold sweat, sweat it out in the land of the midnight sunWalk it off – sort it out, figure out what you’re running fromI’m all alone on the outside of townIt’s a wild night at the carnival of soulsThey’re strong armed in neon and out of controlIt’s late at night and no one’s aroundWalking in the undergroundNight calls, and the sound marks the start of the masqueradeSirens flash, stains the glass as you pass in the street paradeLoose change losers are double parkedFaces marked like cards at the bottom of the deckReadin’ the future no one expectsThey don’t look up as they shuffle downWalking in the undergroundWalking in the undergroundWalking in the undergroundCold sweat, sweat it out in the land of the midnight sunWalk it off – sort it out, figure out what you’re running fromNobody’s children, more lost than foundPlay in the shadows like beautiful dollsBacklit in moonlight, steppin’ on starsA silent dance to an empty soundWalking in the undergroundWalking in the undergroundOoh, walking in the undergroundYeah walkin’ ooh, ooh, ooh,Walk onOoh, ooh………Yeah, yeah…….Written by: neil geraldo & myron grombacher

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