The Underground Stream

In visions of acid
We saw through delusion
And brainbox pollution
We knew we were rightThe streets were our oyster
We smoked urban poison
And we turned all this noise on
We knew how to fightWe dropped out and tuned in
Spoke secret jargon
And we would not bargain
For what we had found
In the days of the undergroundWe believed in Guevera
We saw that head held up
And our anger welled up
But we kept it coolNo need for machine guns
'Cause the system was crumbling
Our leaders were fumbling
While we broke every ruleWe saw them on T.V.
They'd blown their cover
And we tried to smother
Their voices with sound
In the days of the undergroundWhatever 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
With our sonic attackStreet-fighting dancers
The assassins of silence
With make-believe violence
On a hundred watt stackThey offered us contracts
We said, "we don't need 'em"
We'll just take our freedom
And will not be bound
In the days of the undergroundAnd some of us made it
But not smiling Michael
His black motorcycle got eaten by rustAnd John the Bog dreamt
That he slept at the wheel
But when he woke it was real
Too late to have sussedAnd 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