My strange uncles from abroad

Yes, I never met them

I took everything they wrote

And I'll never forget them

Through the [bad word] 
And deep within it [bad word] [bad word] 
Forming underground railroad

For our ultimate breakthrough

My strange nephews from [bad word] 

I'll meet them on the Cosmos Streets

And we will drink to how we never told you

To [bad word] a plastic beat

Through the [bad word] 
And deep within it [bad word] [bad word] 
Forming underground railroad

For our ultimate breakthrough

Bright open eyes, they are still looking

They are still finding a few un-poisoned hearts

No matter where you are exiled

Bright open eyes, they are still looking

They are still finding a few un-poisoned hearts

No matter where you are exiled, you are exiled