Going Underground, by Paul Weller

Okay... I'm not sure if I've mentioned this anyplace else yet, but apparently, I'm supposed to be one smart chickiebabe. I've tested at near Genius level, scored in the top five percent of the PSATS when I was sixteen, yadda, yadda, yadda...

Why is this relevant?

Because as my senior quote went...

"There is no heavier burden than a great potential," (Schulz)

I'm not trying to sound like a spoiled brat, but I don't care if I'm supposedly this smart or anything. All I want out of life is to live happily. I don't want to spend years and years in school studying Astrophysics or Corporate Law. those things don't appeal to me.

Everyone around me acts like this is such a sin.

Why is it so damn important that I do some "Smart Person Job"? Shouldn't I just do whatever fullfills *me*?

Anyway... that's why I like this song so much.

"I'm perfectly happy being me. If you don't like it, you don't have to be me, you can be you. Nyah!"

Some people might say my life is in a rut,

But I'm quite happy 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 wash 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)

Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and talk until my head explodes

I turn on the news and my body froze

The braying sheep on my TV screen

Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, I'm going underground!