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.