[Butcher of Bakersfield]

What, did they think just because electronic didn't go over huge, that we just got on a boat and sailed to some distant land, or dug a hole and burried our heads in the sand.

callin' out callin' out
who are you
call rang back an echo of misunderstood silence
and the people in the city
crawling under the city
riding rails of discontentend occupations
flatline yellow
a bowl of glow comes over them
scent of steam, chicken and waffles
metered parkin'
as the people arrive
band dips into the archive
can't hold back myself waiting
for the new UnderworldLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVE!