Underbelly of the Beast

Look at those people laughin' up there

We clean up their shit but they don't care

They say we're all one family

But when did the promise of tomorrow

Ever come true

Ever come true for me?

I break my back for a dollar a day

'Cuz Walt says that's the American way

Come on!

We struggle to make his fantasy

While our every waking move's policed

Living in the underbelly of the beast

My friends, I know your struggle

And I have felt it, too

You've lived this lie for way too long

I know there's more to you

You're trapped in a Utilidor

Prohibited from wanting more

Your aching back is getting sore

You're wondering what it's all for

Let's find the exit door

Kats, nice to meetcha

You're the Lost Boys, aren't you?

Guilty as charged

They mean yes

The huh?

The kids on the news!

Don't you pay attention to anything?

Ugh, geez man

Do you guys really think you can take on Old Man Walt?

Old Walt leads them all to the wolf pack's snout

But you and me, friend, we've figured it out

The flock may be obedient

But not every lamb gets fleeced

Living in the underbelly

But we do need to ask you a favor

Always a price, huh?

Relax, we just need info

Any of you good with tech?

Uh, I am

We're trying to get a message out

Clancey's got everything all set up

I just need an entry point

Any idea how we could tap into something?

Well, hm, maybe

The only thing that really transfers data

Back and forth are the Magic Bands

If you reprogram one of those, you might be able to do something

That's perfect

Hold on, they'll be able to trace it back to you easily

Even if you dump it, they'll keep a backlog of location data

Clancey, think you can reprogram one of those things?