Dm Take a look 'round lively old LondonDm Buzzing crowds we sweat and we revelGm Red-cheeked shouts and songsFm Dm A In the flicker of the gaslightDm A F A Eager Blighty bursts from the cobblestonesDm A F A Racing, climbing, blooming fertilityFm Gm Born from secret seedsF A That were scattered in the nighttimeDm F A London is fed upon the meat of the deadGm F A They're one shallow inch below the townGm Dm UndergroundGm Dm UndergroundGm C Dm Leave them undergroundDm A F A Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned usDm A F A Them that told us lies of their braveryFm Gm F A Them that preached of progress, and put us in the poorhouseDm A F A Them done horrid murder on bloody stagesDm A F A Them that loudly crowed their humilityFm Gm F A Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a SundayDm All quiet nowF A Their mouths are stopped up by mudGm F A They lie flung in rags and make no soundGm Dm UndergroundGm Dm UndergroundGm C Dm Leave them undergroundF A Those who fought for something betterGm A Those who taught by how they livedF A Loved ones taken long before their work was doneGm Dm UndergroundGm Dm UndergroundGm C Dm Leave them undergroundGm Dm UndergroundGm Dm UndergroundGm C Dm Leave them undergroundGm Dm UndergroundGm Dm UndergroundGm C Dm Leave them undergroundGm Dm UndergroundGm Dm UndergroundGm C Dm Leave them underground
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