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Some people might say my life is in a rut |
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I'm quite happy with what I've got |
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People might say that I should strive for more |
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I'm so happy I can't see the point |
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Something's happening here today |
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A show of strength with your boys brigade |
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And I'm so happy and you're so kind |
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You want more money of course I don't mind |
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To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes |
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And the public gets what the public wants |
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But I want nothing this society's got |
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I'm going underground |
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We'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound |
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I'm going underground |
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We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow |
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Some people might need some tension to relax |
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Me, I'm too busy dodging the flak |
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What you see is what you get |
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You've made your bed you better lie in it |
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You choose your leaders and you place your trust |
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As their lies wash you down and their promises rust |
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You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns |
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And the public gets what the public wants |
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But I want nothing this society's got |
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I'm going underground |
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We'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound |
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I'm going underground |
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We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow |
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We talk and talk until my head explodes |
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I turned on the news, my body froze |
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The braying sheep on the TV screen |
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Make this boy shout, make this boy scream |
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Going underground |
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We'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound |
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I'm going underground |
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We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow |
