I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
Our black hearts worn on our sleeves!

Let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scared.
Snap back already giving thanks,
I´m not trapped working in a sweatshop somewhere.
This songs for those less fortunate,
locked in a world where both ends aren´t meant to meet.

I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
our black hearts worn on our sleeves.
I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
our black hearts worn on our sleeves!

Let my imagination go and drop me where I feel most scared.
Synaptic flashes in my head then total thanks again,
I´m not soldiering somewhere.
This songs for the countless souls,
who died in vain for someone else´s gain.

I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
our black hearts worn on our sleeves.
I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
our black hearts worn on our sleeves.

Left my birthplace for foreign streets to strange places, new faces I flew.
Shoeless kids stood on the corner,
their eyes they were transfixed on you.

So I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
ohhh my black heart worn on my sleeve.
I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
with our black hearts worn on our sleeves, ALRIGHT!

I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
our black hearts worn on our sleeves.
I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
our black hearts worn on our sleeves.

I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
our black hearts worn on our sleeves.
I´m standing with the rank-n-file,
I´m marching with the underground,
our black hearts worn on our sleeves.