Down, down under the ground

Like mice, the people are scattered around

Some drink coffee, more and more.

Others litter their wrappers on the cold, hard floor.

By the stairs, a man lies sleeping.

Heedless to the woman weeping

Because someone has just stolen her bag.

Kids, kids thinking it a funny gag.

Down, down under the ground

Suits and briefcases rushing around.

All have to get to work on time.

No one can spare a single dime

For the dirty boy with nothing to eat

Who can't remember living in a home with heat.

Here comes the train along the track.

The people get on and don't look back.

Down down under the ground

There is no light to be found.