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 boy's brigade
And I'm so happy and you're so kind
You want more money, course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
The public gets what the public wants
Yes, the public wants what the public gets
But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going underground (Going underground)
Well, if the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (Going underground)
Well let the boys all sing, let the boys all shout for tomorrow
For tomorrow
For tomorrow
For tomorrow
Somе people might get somе pleasure out of hate
I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
Me? I'm too busy dodging all 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
The public wants what the public gets
Yes, the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society wants
I'm going underground (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
For tomorrow
For tomorrow
For tomorrow
We talk and talk until my head explodes
Turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream
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
For tomorrow
For tomorrow
For tomorrow
For tomorrow
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