I'm standing with the rank-n-file
I'm marching with the underground
Our black hearts worn on our sleeves

Let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scared
Snap back already giving thanks
I'm not trapped working in a sweatshop somewhere
This song's for those less fortunate
Locked in a world where both ends aren't meant to meet

I'm standing with the rank-n-file
I'm marching with the underground
Our black hearts worn on our sleeves

Let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scared
Scare synaptic flashes in my head, then total thanks again
I'm not soldiering somewhere
This song is for the countless souls who died in vain for someone else's gain

I'm standing with the rank-n-file
I'm marching with the underground
Our black hearts worn on our sleeves [x2]

Left my birthplace for foreign streets
To strange places, new faces I flew
Shoeless kids stood on the corner
Their eyes they were transfixed on you
I'm standing with the rank-n-file
I'm marching with the underground
Our black hearts worn on our sleeves [x6]