Underground

When I'm lost, I'll never be found

You can bring your guns, and your floods, and your bloodhounds

I said, cause once I'm lost I'll never make a sound

They'll say, he never made it out ­ he's gotta be six feet underground

Woah, woo, woah, woo

Well I watch the films, and I read the books in my Sunday Best

While you search the ground and the trees of the Northwest

I know, just a tie in flight 305 is what you found

They'll say he left five behind and now he's six feet underground

Woah, woo, woah, wooo

Woah, woo

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground

Woah, I am running

Oh, I am underground