Song: Saiha Pihl Oppja - Lyric: Saiha Pihl Oppja
Copyright 2004-2008 © Funkevital

We shall all live through a ruff under
While societys laughs on behalf of someones pain
And clouds crubling together for the big thunder
Still they expecting the golden dimond rain
While the S's turns to a totaly slaister,
and everybody knows what's going on
In the meantime people says it's a totaly claister,
and we all knowin' how the victory was won
We're born of under, and dies of under

Doctors teachin' doctors of the living streets
All the operating tools can be normaly bought
No problems, only time for the needles and the heartbeats
It's just the chips and equipments that's caught
Steady hands steering all of the steels
For love is for all the holey cause
Everyone wonder how the off-feeling feels
While the music stop playing for the aplause
We're born of under, and dies of under

One of the streets teaching the other
First one, then two, and then graduation
This is the way we can help each other
While we're staring at the situation
With a black monitor, and nothing to watch
All of the steel-doctors working with no fear
No one or a place can handle the dogwatch
When we realizing we don't need a steering gear
We're born of under, and dies of under