And To Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street

The Underground

We hate to be labeled
but we are more than proud
to call ourselves garage
people call us garbage
but what do they know
we're God's gifts to strings
we can't really play
but does it really matter
'cause you're forced to like us
whether you like it or not
'cause if you're not diverse
you might as well die
but if you're not true to our roots
we'll kill you ourselves
'cause we hate people who don't like us
and we have to make you feel stupid
for not being our clones
we wear stuff from the Goodwill dumpster
and call it stylish vintage
A label thinks we're good?
Let's bow down to the Man

We are the underground
We're super cool
we're ultra smooth
and we're not hip to jive
We are the underground
We've got no taste
We've got no style
but we get sex like whores
We are the underground
We hate the prez
We hate the gov
With no clue as to why