Great lines of numbers
All bright and shiny
All through the ether
Some huge, some tiny
All through the ether
From France to China
Unite the people
All bottomliners.
Some brass, some paper,
Some gold, some silver.
Some full of promise,
Some full of anger.
In ranks of thousands
They fall and stumble
All bottomliners
We make the number
And in the future,
New forms of romance:
Grenades and landmines
In twilit silence.
With hands that tremble,
And lives that flounder
All bottomliners
All undergrounders.
All undergrounders
All undergrounders
All undergrounders...
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