This version,is my second tab, 
it is NOT the same as the song,
It does fit if you play it,
Its tabbed for beginners to play,
no for total accuracy.
Please send feedback, but not things like..
"This aint right" becasue I know it isnt.

Lewis Forsyth
Age 16
sexylew_123@hotmail.co.uk

D                                    Bm
Some people might say my life is in a rut,
Bm                                    D
But Im quite happy living with what I got                STRUM: D D U UDU
D                                      Bm
People might say that I should strive for more,
Bm                               C
But Im so happy I cant see the point.

C                     Em
Somethings happening here today
C                              Em
A show of strength with your boys brigade and,
C                Em
Im so happy and youre so kind
C                    Em
You want more money - of course I don't mind
C                             Em
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

         D                     G
And the public gets what the public wants
Em                      A
But I want nothing this societys got -
           D                      G
Im going underground, (going underground)
           Em                     A
Where the brass bands play and feet start to pound
          D                      G
Going underground, (going underground)
             Em                     A
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

MUSICAL: D, G, Em, A, Bm, D, Bm, D


D                                       Bm
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

C                             Em
What you see is what you get
Youve 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 bust
Youll see kidney machine replaced by rockets and guns

D, G, Em, A
And the public wants what the public gets
But I dont get what this society wants
Im 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

C     Em
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!