The Days of the Underground

In visions of acid

We saw through delusion

And brainbox pollution

We knew we were right

The streets were our oyster

We smoked urban poison

And turned all this noise on

We knew how to fight

We dropped out and tuned in

Spoke secret jargon

And we did not bargain

For what we had found

In the days of the underground

We believed in Guevera

We saw that head held up

And our anger welled up

But we kept it cool

No need for machine guns

The system was crumbling

Our leaders were fumbling

While we broke every rule

We saw them on TV

They'd blown their cover

And we tried to smother

Their voices with sound

In the days of the underground

What ever happened

To those chromium heroes?

Are there none of them

Still left around

Since the days

Of the underground?

Now we can look back

At the heroes we were then

We made quite a stir then

With our sonic attack

Street fighting dancers

Assassins of silence

With make believe violence

On a hundred watt stack

They offered us contracts

We said we don't need 'em

We'll just take our freedom

We will not be bound

In the days of the underground.

And some of us made it

But not smiling Michael

His black motorcycle

Got eaten by rust

And John the Bog dreamt that

He slept at the wheel

When he woke it was real

Too late to have sussed

And Jeff was a poet

Who wrote with a spray can

On walls saying: hey man

I believe that we have drowned

In the days of the underground.