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 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 put 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) So let the boys all sing And the boys all shout for tomorrow We talk and we 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, going underground Going underground, I'm going underground The braying sheep on my TV screen Make this boy shout, make this boy scream Going underground (Going underground) Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (Going underground) So let the boys all sing And the boys all shout for tomorrow Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound Going underground (Going underground) So let the boys all sing And the boys all shout for tomorrow