Song of the day: 80's

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 2) Close your eyes and listen to the lyrics  

3) Read the song lyrics  

4) Read the song lyrics whilst listening to the music video at the same time

The Jam - Going Underground

Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But I'm quite happy living with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more,
But I'm so happy I can't see the point.
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boy's brigade and,
I'm so happy and you're so kind
You want more money - of course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got -
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
[Me?] I'm too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get
You've made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies put you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[So] let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
Braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, I'm going underground!

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SONG OF THE DAY: 70's

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2) Close your eyes and listen to the lyrics

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4) Read the song lyrics whilst listening to the music video at the same time

The Jam - The Eton Rifles

Sup up your beer and collect your fags, 
There's a row going on down near Slough, 
Get out your mat and pray to the West, 
I'll get out mine and pray for myself. 

Thought you were smart when you took them on, 
But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room, 
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest, 
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest. 

Hello-hurrah - what a nice day - for the Eton Rifles, 
Hello-hurrah - I hope rain stops play - with the Eton Rifles. 

Thought you were clever when you lift the fuse, 
Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes, 
Composed a revolutionary symphony, 
Then went to bed with a charming young thing. 

Hello-hurrah - cheers then mate - it's the Eton Rifles, 
Hello-hurrah - an extremist scrape - with the Eton Rifles. 

What a catalyst you turned out to be, 
Loaded the guns then you run off home for your tea, 
Left me standing - like a guilty schoolboy. 
We came out of it naturally the worst, 

Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt, 
We were no match for their untamed wit, 
Though some of the lads said they'll be back next week. 

Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles, 
Hello-hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles. 
Hello-hurrah - there's a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles, Hello-hurrah - I'd prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles. 

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