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Some people might say my life's in a rut |
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But I'm quite happy with what I got |
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People might say that I should strive for more |
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But I'm so happy I can't see that |
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Fighting's happening here today |
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A show of strength with your boys brigade |
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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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More nuclear taxes for atomic wines |
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And the public gets what the public wants |
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But oh I've nothing to say to that |
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I'm going undeground, going underground |
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Where the brass band's beat will start to pound |
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Going underground |
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Where the boys are single |
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And the boys all shout for tomorrow |
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Some people might get some pleasure out of hate |
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Me, I've enough already on my plate |
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People might need some tension to relax |
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Me, I'm too busy dodging between the flack |
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What you see is what you get |
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You made your bed you better lie in it |
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You choose your leaders and place your trust |
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And the lies all go down in their policy dust |
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'Cause they give you machines |
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and more rockets and guns |
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And the public wants what the public gets |
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But I don't care what the society wants |
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La la la, la la la |
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We talk and we talk until my head explodes |
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1 turn on the news and my body goes |
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Explain it on my T.V. screen |
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Make this boy shout make this boy scream |
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Going underground, going underground, |
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going underground |
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I'm going underground |
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La la la, la la la |
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La la la, la la la |
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Explain it on my T.V. screen |
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Make this boy shout make this boy scream |
