Idioma Origen:
Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But 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 boys 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.
Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound.
Going underground.
Well, let the boys all sing,
And let the boys all shout for tommorow.
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate.
Me? I've got enough already on my plate.
People might need some tension to relax.
Me? I'm too busy dodging through the flak.
What you see here is what you get,
You've made your bed you'd better lie in it.
You choose your leaders and place your trust,
As their lies force 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.
I'm going underground.
Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound.
Going underground.
So let the boys all sing,
And let the boys all shout for tommorow.
We talk and we talk until my head explodes,
I turned on the news and my body froze.
Those baying sheep on my TV screen,
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
Going underground.
Going underground.
I'm going underground.
I'm going underground.
Those baying sheep on my TV screen,
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
Going underground.
Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound.
Going underground.
Well, let the boys all sing,
And let the boys all shout.
Going underground.
Well, let the brass bands play and feet go pound, pound, pound!
Going underground.
So let the boys all sing,
And let the boys all shout for tommorow.
Idioma Destino:
Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But 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 boys 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.
Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound.
Going underground.
Well, let the boys all sing,
And let the boys all shout for tommorow.
Some people might get some pleasure out of hate.
Me? I've got enough already on my plate.
People might need some tension to relax.
Me? I'm too busy dodging through the flak.
What you see here is what you get,
You've made your bed you'd better lie in it.
You choose your leaders and place your trust,
As their lies force 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.
I'm going underground.
Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound.
Going underground.
So let the boys all sing,
And let the boys all shout for tommorow.
We talk and we talk until my head explodes,
I turned on the news and my body froze.
Those baying sheep on my TV screen,
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
Going underground.
Going underground.
I'm going underground.
I'm going underground.
Those baying sheep on my TV screen,
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!
Going underground.
Well, let the brass bands play and feet start to pound.
Going underground.
Well, let the boys all sing,
And let the boys all shout.
Going underground.
Well, let the brass bands play and feet go pound, pound, pound!
Going underground.
So let the boys all sing,
And let the boys all shout for tommorow.