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 Some people might say my life is in a 
 But I'm quite happy with what I 
 People might say  I should strive for more,
 But I'm so happy I cant see  point.
 Something's  here today
 A show of  with your boys brigade and,
 I'm so  and you're so kind
 You want more money - of course I don't 
 To  nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
 
 And the  gets what the public wants
 But I want nothing this societys  -
 I'm  underground, (going underground)
 Well the brass bands play and feet  to pound
 Going  (going underground)
 Well let the boys all sing and the  all shout for tomorrow
 
  people might get some pleasure out of hate
 Me, I've enough  on my plate
 People might need some  to relax
 [me? ]  too busy dodging between the flak
 
 What you see is  you get
 Youv'e made your bed, you  lie in it
 You choose  leaders and place your trust
 As their lies wash you down and their  rust
 Youll  kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
 
 And the public wants what the public 
 But I don't get what this  wants
 I'm going underground, (going 
 Well the  bands play and feet start to pound
 Going underground, (going 
 [so] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout  tomorrow
 
 We talk and  until my head explodes
 I turn on  news and my body froze
 The  sheep on my tv screen
 Make this boy shout,  this boy scream!