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