Going Underground

The Jam

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    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 going underground (going underground)
    Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
    Going underground (going 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 is what you get
    You made your bed, you better lie in it
    You choose your leaders and place your trust
    As their lies puts 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

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    I'm going underground (going underground)
    Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
    Going underground (going underground)
    So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow

    La-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la

    We talk and we 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!

    Going underground
    I'm going underground

    I'm going underground
    I'm going underground
    La-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la

    These braying sheep on my TV screen
    Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

    Going underground (going underground)
    Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
    Going underground (going underground)
    Well, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout

    Going underground (going underground)
    Well, let the brass bands play and feet go pound, pound, pound
    Going underground (going underground)
    So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow

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    Composición: Paul Weller

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