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Infusions of acid
We saw through delusion
Instead of collusion
We decided to fight
The streets were our oyster
We smoked up and poisoned
We turned all our noise on
We knew we were right
We dropped out and tuned in
And spoke secret jargon
And we would not bargain
For what we had found
In the days of the underground
We believed in Guevara
And saw his head held up
And our anger welled up
And we kept it cool
And we fought machine guns
The system was crumbling
Our leaders were fumbling
While we broke every rule
And saw them on TV
They knew that we'd cover
And we tried to smother
Their voices with sound
In the days of the underground
Whatever happened to the chromium heroes?
Are there none of them still left around
Since the days of the underground?
And now we can look back on the heroes we were then
We made quite a stir then with our sonic attack
Play revolution, assassins of silence
With make-believe violence on a hundred watts back
They offered us contracts
We said we don't need 'em
We just take our freedom
We will not be bound
In the days of the underground
Some of us made it
But not Smiling Michael
His black motorcycle
Was swallowed by rust
John the Bard dreamt that
He slept at the wheel
When he woke it was real
Too late to have sussed
Jeff was a poet
Who wrote with a spray can
On walls saying "Hey man
I believe that we've drowned"
In the days of the underground
Infusions of acid
We saw through delusion
Instead of collusion
We decided to fight
The streets were our oyster
We smoked up and poisoned
We turned all this noise on
We knew we were right
Spoke secret jargon
And we would not bargain
And we would not bargain
For what we had found
In the days of the underground
We believed in Guevara
We saw his head held up
And our anger welled up
But we kept it cool
The system was crumbling
Our leaders were fumbling
Our leaders were stumbling
We broke every rule
In the days of the underground
Some of us made it
But not Smiling Michael
His black motorcycle
Is swallowed by rust
John the Bard dreamt that
He slept at the wheel
He woke it was real
Too late to have sussed
Jeff was a poet
Who wrote with a spray can
On walls saying "Hey man
I believe that we've drowned"
In the days of the underground
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