Underworld USA by The Paranoid Style Lyrics
Underworld, U.S.A
They want something for nothing
There ain't nothing worth discussing
Talking never did do no good
Every day we’re adjusting
Every day we're re-upping
It's like the founders said, the jaws of power
Are always open to devour
I had occasion of the brokedowns, the lowdowns, the depressives
It was good enough for me
Everyone’s a winner
Everybody is dinner
You dined on us so long, you lost the taste for delicacy
Underworld, U.S.A
Such a great work of fiction
Pray they'll heighten the contradictions
And hasten to the end
It's okay to lay out
It's just the same progression throughout
I'm not a torturer, though it is so often what people deserve
They're subtractors and adders
They're just snakes on the ladder
You think they'll do you no injury
When you hold court it’s superior
Your whole world is interior
Recollected from something like last week, soaring wistfully above a misery
I had made a list of potential disappointments
I want to spend the night with me and it’s just so difficult to do
Everyone is listening
Everyone is insisting
"You're not quite to my taste, but you can’t say that Dallas doesn't love you."
Underworld, U.S.A
They want something for nothing
There ain't nothing worth discussing
Talking never did do no good
Every day we’re adjusting
Every day we're re-upping
It's like the founders said, the jaws of power
Are always open to devour
I had occasion of the brokedowns, the lowdowns, the depressives
It was good enough for me
Everyone’s a winner
Everybody is dinner
You dined on us so long, you lost the taste for delicacy
Underworld, U.S.A
Such a great work of fiction
Pray they'll heighten the contradictions
And hasten to the end
It's okay to lay out
It's just the same progression throughout
I'm not a torturer, though it is so often what people deserve
They're subtractors and adders
They're just snakes on the ladder
You think they'll do you no injury
When you hold court it’s superior
Your whole world is interior
Recollected from something like last week, soaring wistfully above a misery
I had made a list of potential disappointments
I want to spend the night with me and it’s just so difficult to do
Everyone is listening
Everyone is insisting
"You're not quite to my taste, but you can’t say that Dallas doesn't love you."
Underworld, U.S.A