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Great lines of numbers All bright and shiny All through the ether Some huge, some tiny All through the ether From France to China Unite the people All bottomliners. Some brass, some paper, Some gold, some silver. Some full of promise, Some full of anger. In ranks of thousands They fall and stumble All bottomliners We make the number And in the future, New forms of romance: Grenades and landmines In twilit silence. With hands that tremble, And lives that flounder All bottomliners All undergrounders. All undergrounders All undergrounders All undergrounders... Aus Songtexte Mania