| Some people might say my life is in a rut
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| But I’m 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 the point
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| Something’s happening here today
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| A show of strength with your boy’s brigade
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| And 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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| To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
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| And the public gets what the public wants
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| But I want nothing this society’s got
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| I’m going underground
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| Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
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| Going underground
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| Let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow
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| Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
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| 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 flak
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| What you see is what you get
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| You’ve made your bed, you better lie in it
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| You choose your leaders and place your trust
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| As their lies wash down and their promises rust
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| You’ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
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| And the public gets what the public wants
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| But I won’t get what society’s got
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| I’m going underground
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| Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
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| Going underground
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| Let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
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| We talk and talk 'til my head explodes
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| I turned on the news and my body froze
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| The braying sheep on my TV screen
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| Makes this boy shout, makes this boy scream
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| Going underground
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| Going underground
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| Going underground
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| Going underground
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| The braying sheep on my TV screen
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| Makes this boy shout, makes this boy scream
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| I’m going underground
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| Well, the brass bands play and feet start to pound
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| Going underground
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| Well, let the boys all sing and the boys all shout
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| Going underground
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| Well, the brass bands play and feet go pow pow pow
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| Going underground
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| Let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow |