This Is Our Perfect Crime

There is a place

That we all know

It shows its face

And goes unnoticed

And chances are

The crowds will go

To see the sounds below

I like the beat

Of a different drum

The kind of sound

You can't help notice

And chances are

The crowds will grow

To reel the dirt below

We are the spark

We are the great

We keep our cities

Loud and far

We keep their ears glued

To the streets

We are the underground

We're like a death

We can't be told

The bitter taste

In all that goes

And chances are

The crowds will go

To see the sounds below

A lot of bands

Will come and go

Its universe

All out it grows

And chances are

The crowds will go

To see the sounds below

We are the spark

We are the great

We keep our cities

Loud and far

We keep their ears glued

To the streets

We are the underground

(Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh)

We are the spark

We are the great

We keep our cities

Loud and far

We keep their ears glued

To the streets

We are the underground

We are the spark

We are the great

We keep our cities

Loud and far

We keep their ears glued

To the streets

We are the underground