Bottomliners

Great lines of numbers, all bright and shiny All through the ether, some huge, some tiny All though the ether from France to China Unite the people, all bottomliners Some brass, some paper, some gold, some silver Some full of promise, some full of anger In ranks of thousands, they fall and stumble All bottomliners, we make the number And in the future, new forms of romance Grenade and landmine in twilit silence With hands that tremble and lives that flounder All bottomliners, all undergrounders All undergrounders All undergrounders All undergrounders