Lyrics

Some people might say my life is in a rut I'm quite happy with what I got People might say that I should scrape for more But I'm so happy I can see that Something's happening here today A show of strength with your boy's brigade And I'm so happy and you're so fine You want more money, to cross a divide For nuclear textbooks for atomic brains Well, the public gets what the public wants But I want nothing this society's got Going underground Well, if the brass bands play and feet start to pound I'm going underground (going underground) Well, let the boys all sing, let the boys all shout for tomorrow Some people might get some pleasure out of hate Me, I've enough already on my plate Some people might need some tension to relax Me, I'm too busy dodging through the tracks What you see is what you get You've made your bed, you better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust Their lies wash down and their promises bust Their killing machines as much as their guns Well the public wants what the public gets But I don't get what this society wants I'm going underground Well, as the brass bands play and feet start to pound I'm going underground (going underground) Well let the boys all sing, let the boys all shout for tomorrow La-la-la-la La-la-la-la I talk and talk until my head explodes I turn on the news and the TV glows Bodies strewn across the TV screen Well this boy shouts, well this boy screams I'm going underground (Going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound I'm going underground (Going underground) Well let the boys all sing, let the boys all shout I'm going underground (Going underground) Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound I'm going underground I'm going underground Going underground La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la Bodies strewn across my TV screen Well this boy shouts, well this boy screams I'm going underground (Going underground) Well, as the brass bands play and feet start to pound I'm going underground (Going underground) Well let the boys all sing, let the boys all shout I'm going underground (Going underground) Well, as the brass bands play and go pow-pow-pow I'm going underground (Going underground) Well let the boys all sing, let the boys all shout for tomorrow