Song Lyrics
You d better lie in it, going underground going underground
People might say that i should strive for more, you ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns Jam, so let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
I m going underground, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow Underground, these braying sheep on my tv screen
I m too busy dodging between the flak, you d better lie in it, you d better lie in it
But i m so happy i can t see the point, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout
we talk and we talk until my head explodes
some people might get some pleasure out of hate
but i m so happy i can t see the point
some people might get some pleasure out of hate
You d better lie in it, to buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes, you ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
so let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
Let the brass bands play and feet go pound, going underground going underground
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes, going underground, some people might get some pleasure out of hate
People might say that i should strive for more, we talk and we talk until my head explodes Going, something s happening here today
A show of strength with your boy s brigade, a show of strength with your boy s brigade, you ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
so let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes, going underground going underground
Make this boy shout, make this boy shout
make this boy shout
something s happening here today
make this boy scream
But i m quite happy with what i ve got, a show of strength with your boy s brigade
but i want nothing this society s got
going underground
Going underground going underground, you want more money of course i don t mind, people might need some tension to relax
what you see is what you get
these braying sheep on my tv screen
and the public wants what the public gets
to buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
I ve enough already on my plate, but i want nothing this society s got
Let the brass bands play and feet start to pound, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout
we talk and we talk until my head explodes
Something s happening here today, you ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns The, and the public wants what the public gets
I m going underground, going underground, some people might get some pleasure out of hate