| And In The Heat Of The Sun, |
| We Live, The People Living Underground. |
| Under The Shade Of The Fence, |
| We Have The Lovers Of Night Making Sounds. |
| (Are They Crying?) |
| Well Here’s A Message Going Round, |
| There’s Not A Sound, There’s Not A Sound. |
| It’s The System Where There’s Law, |
| We Want The Truth, The Secret’s Living Underground. |
| (Living Underground) |
| There Must Be More Ways Than One |
| To Do Help, To Help Me Carry On. |
| There Lies A Message Over There, |
| But No One Ever, No One Ever, Ever Really Cares. |
| (But Do They Know?) |
| Well Here’s A Message Going Round, |
| There’s Not A Sound, There’s Not A Sound. |
| It’s The System Where There’s Law, |
| We Want The Truth, The Secret’s Living Underground. |
| (Living Underground) |
| Living Underground, The Secret’s Underground. |
| Living Underground, The Secret’s Underground. |
| Help, Help, Help, Help. |
| Living Underground. |