Underground

Sittin’ on a park bench, flowers growin’ all over me.
Up my arms ‘n’ right up my legs.
Wastin´ away.
They pass by, they say
he can´t move, he´s paralysed.
I keep a-laughin´ at myself. I can´t get home.

I want to get there but I can’t. I want to get there but I won’t
I want to get there but I can’t. I want to get there but I won’t

Live in terror of impending doom.
All the shadows that collect in my little room.
I want to stay out here. Out in the bright sunlight.
I like the weather here. The weather likes me.
I´m not goin´ anywhere. The police can come and take me away.

I won´t riot with them. I won´t go for them.
I won´t riot with no one. I won´t go for no one.

Return to the ground. I´m gonna sink right in.
Back to the basics, back to the underground.
Into the darkness where I just hear the breathing
of a million souls, of a trillion souls.
I don´t wonder and I, I don´t ask why.
I keep on sittin´ here. I keep on waiting here.
You can remove me if you like. You can remove me if you like.

I´m not goin’ anywhere. I´m not goin’ anywhere.
I´m goin’ home. I hope I´m goin’ home.

I´m not goin’ anywhere. I´m not goin’ anywhere.
I´m goin’ home. I´m goin’ home.