you, don't stomp on my face
I didn't care for nothing else
had no sense for more than money and fame
power and greed and the so called honour
Now I am gone and my body lies cold
not much is left, so I pray
From the underworld, oh, listen now!
From the underworld, oh, listen now!
rushed through a restless day
You seem to be blind, too,
You had no patience with people who cared
until you lost them and when you grow old
you'll be a lonely rich man without hope
there's more to be than we see
From the underworld, oh, listen now!
From the underworld, oh, listen now!