The Aural Underground Lyrics

(Ow!)

We never had a million dollars,
Never had the big fat coffers,
All we had was a need to do our thing now.
We hit the road with the motor running,
Foot to the floor and the bassline humming,
The drum beat never lacked the status -
You want the truth?
Well just ask us.

We're not asking,
We're just doing,
We ain't no hit machine -
We're just here to please your soul.

What we had was a crowd of mammals,
Brought to the floor by the aural channel,
And we're asking you to raise your voice now.
It started small but it's getting bigger,
Funk gun cocked and we'll pull the trigger,
Fist in the face blending the old and new -
You want the proof?
Well let me tell ya,

We've been hung up on computers,
Chat rooms, bills and china dolls,
We've been numb; full of duty,
What's it feel like to be bold?

We've been hung up on computers,
Chat rooms, bills and china dolls,
We've been numb; full of duty,
What's it feel like to be bold?

We're not asking,
We're just doing,
We ain't no hit machine -
We're just here to please your souls, and let me tell
you now,

We're not asking,
We're just doing,
We ain't no hit machine -
We're just here to please your soul. It's systematic,
It's automatic,
And we'll be getting down now,

It's systematic,
It's automatic,
And we'll be getting down now,

It's systematic,
It's automatic,
And we'll be getting down,

It's systematic,
It's automatic,
And we'll be getting down about now,

As we smash the mould,
We won't let go,
It's like overload,
As we smash that mould, yeah.

You ain't never heard it,
We ain't never played it.
You ain't never heard it,
We ain't never played it, and that's why.
You ain't never heard it,
We ain't never played it.
You ain't never heard it,
We ain't never played it, and that's why.

It's systematic,
It's automatic,
And we'll be getting down now,

It's systematic,
It's automatic,
And we'll be getting down,

We're not asking,
We're just doing,
We ain't no hit machine -
We're just here to please your souls, and let me tell
ya now,

We're not asking,
We're just doing,
We ain't no hit machine -
We're just here to please your soul.

As we smash that mould,
We won't let go,
It's like overload,
As we smash that mould, yeah.

(It's over comrades.)

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