They never tell you truth is subjective   They only tell you not to lie   They never tell you there's strength in vulnerability   They only tell you not to cry   But I've been living underground   Sleeping on the way   And finding something else to say   Is like walking on the freeway   They never tell you you don't need to be ashamed   They only tell you to deny   So is it true that only good girls go to heaven?   They only sell you what you buy   And I've been living underground   Sleeping on the way   And finding something else to say   Is like walking on the freeway   I've been living underground   Trying not to burn   And finding something else to learn   At Hollywood and western