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