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INTRO: D  (or riff)

D                                      
Some people might say my life is in a rut, but I'm quite happy with what I got
D                                                                          
People might say that I should strive for more but I'm so happy I can't see the point
B                    D#m           B                          D#m
Somethings happening here today, a show of strength with your boys brigade
    B                      D#m           B                         D#m
And I'm so happy and you're so kind, you want more money, of course I don't mind
   E                         F#                    B                    D#m
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes and the public gets what the public wants
    E                     F#                    B                  D#m
But I want nothing this societys got, I'm going underground, going underground
         E                             F#                    B                  D#m 
Well let the brass bands play and feet start to pound, going underground, going underground
             E                     F#                   B      D#m E F#
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

D                                       
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate, me, I've enough already on my plate 
D
People might need some tension to relax, me, I'm too busy dodging between the flak 
B                    D#m          B                         D#m      
What you see is what you get, you made your bed, you better lie in it
    B                             D#m                 B                            D#m
You choose your leaders and place your trust as their lies wash you down and their promises rust
           E                           F#                       B                     D#m
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns and the public wants what the public gets
    E                      F#                       B                  D#m
But I don't care what this society wants, I'm going underground, going underground 
     E                            F#                    B                  D#m
Well the brass band play and feet start to pound, going underground, going underground
           E                         F#                   C#m     B           C#m B
So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow, la la la la,    la la la la

   C#m                       B                C#m                     B
We talk and we talk until my head explodes, I turn on the news and my body froze
D#m                 E               F#
Braying sheep on my TV screen, make this boy shout, make this boy scream
      C#          Fm F# G#       C#          Fm F# G#
Going underground,         going underground
          B          D#m E F#          B          D#m E F#
I'm going underground,      I'm going underground
C#5 B5         C#5 B5         C#5 B5         C#5
    La la la la    La la la la    La la la la   
D#m                 E                    F#
Braying sheep on my TV screen, make this boy shout, make this boy scream

      C#                 Fm                        F#                       G#
Going underground, going underground, well let the brass band play and feet start to pound
      C#                 Fm                        F#                        G#
Going underground, going underground, well let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout
      C#                 Fm                        F#                          G#
Going underground, going underground, well let the brass band play and feet go pow, pow, pow
      C#                 Fm                        F#                          G#                 F#
Going underground, going underground, well let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow