Lyrics

It’s the belly of the under man
With no soul or grace
It’s the belly of the under man
With no time to waste

It’s the belly of the under man
With no style or grace
It’s the belly of the under man
With no time to waste

Three days of silence in the dark
Searching for a human heart
A busy body, a busy mind, our souls working overtime
Redskins down and the Patriots are up
Sipping from an insular cup
Forty days and forty nights
With round trips and caviar delights
.
It’s the belly of the under man
With no soul or grace
It’s the belly of the under man
With no time to waste
No time to waste, No time to waste

Gaining and bailing, everyone on top
Scared of failing, with no plans to stop
Redskins down the Patriots are up
Sipping from an insular cup
History’s believing whatever they’ve made up

It’s the belly of the under man
With no soul or grace
It’s the belly of the under man
With no time to waste

It’s the belly of the under man
With no style and grace
It’s the belly of the under man
No time to waste

Fever Hits the mainland
Dust turns to quicksand
The wind blows a hollow sound
Below the depths of the underground

It’s the belly of the under man
No soul or grace
It’s the belly of the under man
With no time to waste

It’s the belly of the under man
With no style and grace
It’s the belly of the under man
It’s the belly of the under man
No soul or grace
It’s the belly of the under man
With no time to waste

It’s the belly of the under man
With no style and grace
It’s the belly of the under man
No time to waste
It’s the belly of the under man
With no style and grace
It’s the belly of the under man
No time to waste

No time to waste
No time to waste
No time to waste
No time to waste
No time to waste
No time to waste
No time to waste
No time to waste