Days Of The Underground

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In visions of acid, we saw through delusion
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and brainbox pollution - we knew we were right
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The streets were our oyster, we smoked durban poison
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and we turned this noise on, we knew how to fight
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We dropped out and tuned in, we spoke secret jargon
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and we would not bargain for what we had found
        Bb
In the days of the underground

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We believed in Guevara, we saw that head held up
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and our anger welled up, but we kept it cool
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No need for machine guns, the system was crumbling
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Our leaders were fumbling, while we broke every rule
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We saw them on T.V., they'd blown their cover
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and we tried to smother their voices with sound
        Bb
In the days of the underground

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Whatever happened to those chromium heroes?
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Are there none of them still left around
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since the days of the underground?

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Now we can look back at the heroes we were then
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We made quite a stir then with our Sonic Attack
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Street-fighting dancers, assassins of silence
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With the make-believe violence of a hundred-watt stack
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They offered us contracts, We said "we don't need 'em",
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We'll just take our freedom, we will not be bound
        Bb
In the days of the underground

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And some of us made it, but not smiling Michael,
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His black motorcycle got eaten by rust...
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And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the wheel,
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when he woke it was real, too late to have sussed.
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And Jeff was a poet, who wrote with a spray can
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on walls saying "Hey man, I believe that we've drowned"
        Bb
In the days of the underground

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