Written by Arthur Mountaniol

Out of luck again
Like an underman
Walking in streets
Full of garbage
Nothing makes no sense
And there seems no chance
To break away from this damn
Bottom life niche

Crawling undermen
Angry suntan
Pushing their shopping carts all over
Begging for a change
Screwing on a bench
Cursing all and everybody for not having that stench

Tell me if I’m wrong
Singing such a song
I just want to make it up there
Used to be naive
So now I’m in grief
It’s all my fault, but I’m gonna
Work my way up