We were keeping it underground, like an old Victrola sound
Somehow we slipped out and now were ever ready
We were wearing our uniforms, wishing on wells and seeing unicorns
But somehow our leader wasnt born to mend the levee
This time its forever, this time its gone
We were keeping it underground, like an old Victrola sound
Somehow we slipped out and now were ever ready
Find my hideaway, Ill be coming back someday to die
This time, well, its forever, this time its gone