Undergravel: Hatch Down Under (Space Germany)

[Intro] [Low Structural Drone] [Near Spoken Baritone] Twenty four credits for an hour Lock the hatch Keep your boots on Dont drink the water [Verse 1] [Grinding Low Guitar] Three high in a sleeping wall Thin steel lid and a numbered call Somebody coughing two pods down Somebody gone before morning round Camera watches the corridor bend Records the trouble after the end Guard at the corner knows your face Knows what help costs in this place [Pre-Chorus] [Building Distortion] Pay the guard Pay the lock Pay for sleep by the fucking clock Pay for quiet Pay for ground Then turn the tap [Chorus] [Crushing Full Band] And the fucking water is brown The fucking water is brown Whole damn city standing proud And the fucking water is brown Good kebab Cheap ride downtown Another body getting covered up And the fucking water is brown [Post-Chorus] [Shouted Low Doubles] Brown Brown Dont tell me thats normal Brown [Verse 2] [Heavy Half Time Groove] Gang marks fresh on the service door Old blood black on the seventh floor Kid learns fast which hall to cross Which color means run Which stare means loss Free transit humming under our feet Hot meat turning at the corner street Garlic sauce and burnt flatbread Best damn meal beside the dead [Pre-Chorus] [Layered Low Harmonies] Guard says wait Gang says move Everybody here has something to prove Rent clock blinking Pipes knock loud Then turn the tap [Chorus] [Massive Distorted Guitars] And the fucking water is brown The fucking water is brown Whole damn city standing proud And the fucking water is brown Good kebab Cheap ride downtown Another body getting covered up And the fucking water is brown [Bridge] [Mechanical Percussion] [Baritone Belt] We know which lift gets stuck Which hatch wont close Which guard takes cash Which dealer knows We know who vanished Who came back cut Who sleeps with one eye open And one boot up We know the good kebab man Keeps extra bread till late We know the pod door rattles When somebody tests the plate This is not folklore This is Tuesday night Turn on the fucking tap Tell me this is all right [Breakdown] [Voice And Feedback] They say the filters are scheduled They say the pressure is fine They say discoloration happens From an aging feeder line I hold the glass to the maintenance light I watch the sediment fall down You can call it anything you want The fucking water is brown [Final Chorus] [Explosive Full Band] The fucking water is brown The fucking water is brown Guards get paid and gangs make rounds And the fucking water is brown Pods keep charging Trains still run Kebab tastes good at half past one We laugh too hard We sleep somehow And the fucking water is brown The fucking water is brown The fucking water is brown You want one fact about living down here The fucking water is brown [Outro] [Cracked Baritone Over Drone] Lock the hatch Keep your boots on Get the garlic sauce Dont drink the water