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Well you know the kind
Can you see the children piled high
Squashed like flies, under the subterranean sun
Hey where are you going now this day
Underground because everything happens after dark

Night falls on the creature looking like a refugee
Yeah, I'm set free once again in the city of dreams
And the arrivals, new arrivals they're all looking at you

Hey coming in coming in two by two
I'm talking `bout the Subterraneans
Subterraneans

What kind of face watches from under the swinging shade
Here's where the bets are made they sing you like a song
You can wish the moon right out of the sky
Your eyes are diamonds make me blind
Hey where are you going now,

I'm going off to find, Subterranean
Subterranean wears the coolest camouflage
Love passing through me everything happens after dark
Subterranean passing through me, oh everything happens after dark