"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