Jane's Addiction - Underground

Underground

I try to find some love from up high.
There just ain't enough to go around.

How you doing, bro? Is New York.
Holding you up or is it letting you down?
I have missed you all heaps.
And I've re-planted my feet back in the underground.

I'm a hustler, hustler.
I'll never give up the underground.

I came back to pay respect.
To another fallen angel at the old canteen.
Someone had to float the cash.
To pay up for the wake and so we all agreed.

We're all hustlers, hustlers.

I try to find some love from up high.
There just ain't enough to go around.
Someone had to pay up for the wakes.
Taking place down in the underground.
Oh, come on, I couldn't get up.
We're all hustlers, hustlers.

I try to find some love from up high.
There just ain't enough to go around.
Someone had to pay up for the wakes.
Taking place down in the underground.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

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