Going Underground

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate

Me, 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 you down and their promises rust

You’ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

 

And the public wants what the public gets

But I don’t get what this society wants

I’m 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

Done