Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Underground in America, artist - Pantera. Date of issue: 29.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Underground in America |
| Put in position to wage teenage mayhem |
| A common affair for the ones who are juiced |
| If it is weakness that grants us the power |
| We thrive on what’s stronger than most of the world |
| Glass breaks, the dimming lights |
| Sweat, heat and profane debate |
| The smart ones stay on the outside |
| While drunken heads and arms erupt |
| Centered man swings a punch |
| Spits a tooth, postures odd |
| A punk rock escapade |
| Five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd |
| We are the ones who must sport the position |
| Cheap beer, trendy clicks |
| Lesbian love is accepted and right |
| Shaved heads meet hair in the mix |
| Blending the 80's and 90's with hate |
| Put in position to wage teenage mayhem |
| A common affair for the ones who are juiced |
| If it is weakness that grants us the power |
| We thrive on what’s stronger than most of the world |
| Shows on, dates canceled |
| Kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair |
| Skin crusts against the cops |
| A foregone conclusion that’s tired and beat |
| Ringworm, crabs and lice |
| V.D., ecstasy, speed and horse |
| A heaven of unmatched importance |
| An honor of sex to be stuck by the punk |
| We are the ones who must sport the position |
| Rich homes with money and food |
| Abandoned for the bums on the street |
| A lifestyle that’s unexplainable |
| Don’t try and save what is all meant to be |
| Put in position to wage teenage mayhem |
| A common affair for the ones who are juiced |
| If it is weakness that grants us the power |
| We thrive on what’s stronger than most of the world |
| If it is free, from a family that’s seen |
| You can just keep it |
| If you must beg, it’s better instead |
| You must follow the etiquette |
| Fake! |
| Fake! |
| Fake! |
| Fake! |
| You know when it rains you’re in your bed at home |
| You act so real when you are alone |
| Fake! |
| Fake! |
| Fake! |
| Fake! |
| You better not let the mohawked crowd see |
| Haha, ah fuck |
| Give it five years, you’ll retire your piercings |
| You must admit that you mimic the weaklings |
| The trend is dead! |
| The trend is dead! |
| The trend is dead! |
| The trend is dead! |