The Underneath

We are the underneath
 We fit inside a two words
 No credit cards for us
 No plastic and no mobiles
 If you can't sell me something
 Then how can you respect me?
 If you can't sell me something
 We might as well not be
 We practice but we don't know
 We practice but we don't know
 Eat sausages and yams
 Read papers with the words on
 I know just who I am
 The one you drew the birds on
 The birds begin to fly
 And suddenly I'm naked
 I'm up there in the sky
 Don't know if I can make it
 We practice but we don't know
 We practice but we don't know
 We practice but we don't know
 We practice but we don't know
 We are the underneath
 Not popular or local
 So silently we tread
 So you can do your vocal
 We're what's left when you take away everything
 We're what's left when you take away everything
 We're what's left when you take away everything else
 When everything has gone
 We're all that is remaining
 And deep into my heart
 Forever will be raining
 If you can't sell me something
 Then how can you respect me?
 If you can't sell me something
 We might as well not be
 We practice but we don't know
 We practice but we don't know
 We practice but we don't know
 We practice but we don't know
 We are the underneath