Attica! Attica! - A Dirge For The Underground lyrics

every evening we meet downtown slip underground into the basements there's an agent who's tracking us he knows what's up he's felt vibrations shake this quiet town but now his ear is to the ground our secret's out pack up the gear load up the van and hurry back to the safe house send a wire through the network that they've infiltrated the resistance so we gotta burn our records now c'mon and burn them up and melt them down into a statue for the town a monument to the underground we'll destroy all documents that could prove that we exist they'll be sifting through ashes desperate for the evidence no they won't stop 'til they find something to sell all they're gonna find are bombshells c'mon and blow it up the whole compound with distortion that resounds a memorial for the underground and so we'll burn it down on the periscope we watch familiar informants selling us out they trade for bad haircuts, some tight black pants and a sparkling new sound now the radio transmits a hollow carca** of the resistance 'cause they've gutted out the urgency and replaced it with impotence our sweat is more than bleeding stage make-up our words aren't trite they're bloody dangerous our songs are the lifeblood of the resistance c'mon and tear it up and burn it down with explosions of our sound and dig a grave for the underground but the songs stuck in our heads won't be burned and left for dead they're the songs we'll never sell we keep them locked within ourselves c'mon and tear it up no they won't stop 'til they find something to sell there's nothing to find 'cause we blew it all to hell