Going Underground Lyrics

Some people might say my life is in a rut
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

Something's 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 goin' underground
(Goin' underground)
Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Goin' underground
(Goin' underground)
Well, let the boys all sing and let 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 flak

What you see here 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 wash you down and their promises rust

You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public gets what the public wants
But I won't get what this society's gotBuffalo Tom - Going Underground - http://motolyrics.com/buffalo-tom/going-underground-lyrics.html

Goin' underground
(Goin' underground)
Well let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Goin' underground
(Goin' underground)
Let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
These braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream

I'm goin' underground, I'm goin' underground
(Goin' underground, goin' underground)
I'm goin' underground, I'm goin' underground
(Goin' underground, goin' underground)

These brayin' sheep on the TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream

I'm goin' underground
(Goin' underground)
Well, let the brass band play and feet start to pound
Goin' underground
(Goin' underground)
Well, let the boys all sing and the boys all shout

I'm goin' underground
(Goin' underground)
Well, let the brass band play and feet go start to pound
I'm goin' underground
(Goin' underground)
Let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow