The Underneath

We are the underneath

We fit inside a two words

No credit cards for us

No plastic and no mobiles

If you can't sell me something

Then how can you respect me?

If you can't sell me something

We might as well not be

We practice but we don't know

We practice but we don't know

Eat sausages and yams

Read papers with the words on

I know just who I am

The one you drew the birds on

The birds begin to fly

And suddenly I'm naked

I'm up there in the sky

Don't know if I can make it

We practice but we don't know

We practice but we don't know

We practice but we don't know

We practice but we don't know

We are the underneath

Not popular or local

So silently we tread

So you can do your vocal

We're what's left when you take away everything

We're what's left when you take away everything

We're what's left when you take away everything else

When everything has gone

We're all that is remaining

And deep into my heart

Forever will be raining

If you can't sell me something

Then how can you respect me?

If you can't sell me something

We might as well not be

We practice but we don't know

We practice but we don't know

We practice but we don't know

We practice but we don't know

We are the underneath