When there's a trap set up for you   In every corner of this town   And so you learn the only way to go is underground   When there's a trap set up for you   In every corner of your room   And so you learn the only way to go is through the roof      Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground      And as we're crossing border after border   We realize that difference is none   It's underdogs who, and if you want it   You always have to make your own fun      And as the upperdog leisurely sighing   The local cultures are dying and dying   The programmed robots are buying and buying   And a psycho load of freaks they are still trying trying      Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground      And as the boy scouts learn to read between the lines   The silver rabbits hop between their fathers' lies   And boy scouts ask "Where? Where do they go?"   They go to the country that they only know      Just like their meanings they lay between the lines   Between the borders their real countries hide   The strategigo's saw their advertise   Their strategy of being is one of in-your-face disguise      Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground!      And when their own walls they will a-crumble,   And all the systems will be discumbumbled,   Around the stump of bigotry, our own [Ukrainian].      Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground   Ooohoohoooh through the roof, and underground   Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground   Ooohoohoooh through the roof! Underground!      [Ukrainian]      Through the roof! And underground!   Through the roof! Underground!