Cold sweat sweat it out in the land of the midnight sun. Walk it off - sort it out figure out what you're running from. I'm all alone on the outside of town. It's a wild night at the carnival of souls. They're strong armed in neon and out of control. It's late at night and no one's around. Walking In The Underground. Night calls and the sound marks the start of the masquerade. Sirens flash stains the glass as you pass in the street parade. Loose change losers are double parked. Faces marked like cards at the bottom of the deck. Readin' the future no one expects. They don't look up as they shuffle down. Walking In The Underground. Walking In The Underground. Walking In The Underground. Cold sweat sweat it out in the land of the midnight sun. Walk it off - sort it out figure out what you're running from. Nobody's children more lost than found. Play in the shadows like beautiful dolls. Backlit in moonlight steppin' on stars. A silent dance to an empty sound. Walking In The Underground. Walking In The Underground. Ooh Walking In The Underground. Yeah walkin' Ooh Ooh Ooh. Walk On. Ooh Ooh.......... Yeah Yeah........ Written by: Neil Geraldo & Myron Grombacher