Take a look round lively old London

Buzzing crowds we sweat and we revel

Red cheeked shouts and songs

In the flicker of the gaslight

Eager blighty bursts from the cobblestones

Racing climbing blooming fertility

Born from secret seeds

That were scattered in the nighttime

London is fed upon the meat of the dead

They're one shallow inch below the town

Underground

Underground

Leave Them Underground

Them that whispered dreams

That only poisoned us

Them that told us lies of their bravery

Them that preached of progress

And put us in the poorhouse

Them done horrid murder on bloody stages

Them that loudly crowed their humility

Lords and dames that sung

In the chapels on a Sunday

All Quiet Now

Their mouths are stopped up by mud

They lie flung in rages and make no sound

Underground

Underground

Leave Them Underground

Those who fought for something better

Those who taught by how they lived

Loved ones taken long before

Their work was done

Underground

Underground

Leave Them Underground

Underground

Underground

Leave Them Underground

Underground

Underground

Leave Them Underground

Underground

Underground

Leave Them Underground