Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But I'm quite 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.
Somethings 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, (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, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax

Mem, 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)
Well 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, I'm going underground