A Dirge for the Underground - Attica! Attica!

Every evening we meet downtown slip underground into the basements

There’s an agent who’s tracking us he knows what’s up he’s felt vibrations

Shake this quiet town but now his ear is to the ground

Our secret’s out

Pack up the gear

Load up the van and hurry back to the safe house

Send a wire through the network that they’ve infiltrated the resistance

So we gotta burn our records now

C’mon and burn them up

And melt them down into a statue for the town

A monument to the underground

We’ll destroy all documents that could prove that we exist

They’ll be sifting through ashes desperate for the evidence

No they won’t stop 'til they find something to sell

All they’re gonna find are bombshells

C’mon and blow it up

The whole compound

With distortion that resounds

A memorial for the underground

And so we’ll burn it down

On the periscope we watch familiar informants selling us out

They trade for bad haircuts, some tight black pants and a sparkling new sound

Now the radio transmits a hollow carcass of the resistance

'cause they’ve gutted out the urgency and replaced it with impotence

Our sweat is more than bleeding stage make-up

Our words aren’t trite they’re bloody dangerous

Our songs are the lifeblood of the resistance

C’mon and tear it up

And burn it down with explosions of our sound

And dig a grave for the underground

But the songs stuck in our heads won’t be burned and left for dead

They’re the songs we’ll never sell

We keep them locked within ourselves

C’mon and tear it up

No they won’t stop 'til they find something to sell

There’s nothing to find 'cause we blew it all to hell