This Is Our Perfect Crime

There is a place
 That we all know
 It shows its face
 And goes unnoticed
 And chances are
 The crowds will go
 To see the sounds below
 I like the beat
 Of a different drum
 The kind of sound
 You can't help notice
 And chances are
 The crowds will grow
 To reel the dirt below
 We are the spark
 We are the great
 We keep our cities
 Loud and far
 We keep their ears glued
 To the streets
 We are the underground
 We're like a death
 We can't be told
 The bitter taste
 In all that goes
 And chances are
 The crowds will go
 To see the sounds below
 A lot of bands
 Will come and go
 Its universe
 All out it grows
 And chances are
 The crowds will go
 To see the sounds below
 We are the spark
 We are the great
 We keep our cities
 Loud and far
 We keep their ears glued
 To the streets
 We are the underground
 We are the spark
 We are the great
 We keep our cities
 Loud and far
 We keep their ears glued
 To the streets
 We are the underground