Some people might say my life is in a rut, I'm quite happy with what I
Got. People might say that I should strive for more, I'm so happy I
Can't see the point, something's happening here today, a show of
Strength with your boys brigade, and I'm so happy and your so kind, you
Want more money of course I don't mind, to buy nuclear textbooks for
And the public gets what the public wants but I want nothing this
Society's got, I'm Going Underground, we'll let the brass bands play
And feet start to pound, I'm Going Underground. We'll let the boys all
Sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow.
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate, me, I've had enough
Already on my plate. Some people might need some tension to relax, me,
I'm too busy dodging the flak. 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 as their lies wash you down and their promises rust, you'll
See kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns.
We talk and we walk until my head explodes, I turn on the news and my
Body froze. The braying sheep on the TV screen make this boy shout,
Make this boy scream going underground...