Wake up man… half dead man, sifting your thoughts by the light.
It’s a damn shame you don’t feel the same,
But you know everything is alright.

It’s the same old thing on the same old day,
Well, you know… not much has changed.
You can tell right away by the light, by the day…
And you know, I must be on my way.

Way down below, way down below… wherever the wind blows.

I’ve seen the cause get tossed aside by the makers of genocide.
I’ve watched the world slowly digress
And I must confess, I’ve had enough of it.

Way down below, way down below… wherever the wind blows.

The generals are leading the men to the slaughter.
You can tell right away that there will be no tomorrow.
And we’re all holding on to dreams…
while the rest of the world tunes into NBC… or CNN.

Our forefathers bought us this disease.
Our forefathers brought us this disease…
and they brought it… via satellite baby.
Via satellite baby. Via satellite baby.

Way down below, way down below… wherever the wind blows.