Going Underground

Some people might say my life is in a rut
But I'm happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more
But 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, of course, I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got

I'm going underground
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground
Let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
Me, I'm too busy dodging between 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 down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public gets what the public wants
But I won't get what society's got

I'm going underground
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground
Let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and talk 'til my head explodes
I turned on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Makes this boy shout, makes this boy scream
Going underground
Going underground
Going underground
Going underground

The braying sheep on my TV screen
Makes this boy shout, makes this boy scream

I'm going underground
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground
Well, let the boys all sing and the boys all shout
Going underground
Well, the brass bands play and feet go pow pow pow
Going underground
Let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow