"Bones beneath the shovel's blade"
That's what the radio said
Years ago, a payoff made
Built a mall on top of the dead

Eighty thousand underground
Eighty thousand, not a sound
Eighty thousand nameless souls
Brothers, sisters of us all

A mother in her cotton dress
A little baby taken in distress
A hobo with a kindly face
There was a daughter of a southern slave

Eighty thousand underground
Eighty thousand, not a sound
Eighty thousand nameless souls
Brothers, sisters of us all

Bulging wallets, empty hearts
The walking dead push shopping carts
What price human dignity?
Betrayed because of poverty

Eighty thousand underground
Eighty thousand, not a sound
Eighty thousand nameless souls
Brothers, sisters of us all   /x2

Eighty thousand
Underground,
Eighty thousand
Not a sound
Eighty thousand
Eighty thousand
Eighty thousand underground