Some people might say my life is in a rut,

But Im quite happy with what I got

People might say that I should strive for more,

But Im so happy I cant see the point.

Somethings happening here today

A show of strength with your boys brigade and,

Im so happy and youre so kind

You want more money - of course I dont mind

To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes



And the public gets what the public wants

But I want nothing this societys got -

Im going underground, (going underground)

Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound

Going underground, (going underground)

Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow



Some people might get some pleasure out of hate

Me, Ive enough already on my plate

People might need some tension to relax

[me? ] Im too busy dodging between the flak



What you see is what you get

Youve 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

Youll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns



And the public wants what the public gets

But I dont get what this society wants

Im going underground, (going underground)

Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound

Going underground, (going underground)

[so] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow



We talk and talk until my head explodes

I turn on the news and my body froze

The braying sheep on my tv screen

Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!



Going underground, Im going underground!