Tom: Dm
Dm
Take a look 'round lively old London
Dm
Buzzing crowds we sweat and we revel
Gm
Red-cheeked shouts and songs
Fm Dm A
In the flicker of the gaslight
Dm A F A
Eager Blighty bursts from the cobblestones
Dm A F A
Racing, climbing, blooming fertility
Fm Gm
Born from secret seeds
F A
That were scattered in the nighttime
Dm F A
London is fed upon the meat of the dead
Gm F A
They're one shallow inch below the town
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm C Dm
Leave them underground
Dm A F A
Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us
Dm A F A
Them that told us lies of their bravery
Fm Gm F A
Them that preached of progress, and put us in the poorhouse
Dm A F A
Them done horrid murder on bloody stages
Dm A F A
Them that loudly crowed their humility
Fm Gm F A
Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday
Dm
All quiet now
F A
Their mouths are stopped up by mud
Gm F A
They lie flung in rags and make no sound
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm C Dm
Leave them underground
F A
Those who fought for something better
Gm A
Those who taught by how they lived
F A
Loved ones taken long before their work was done
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm C Dm
Leave them underground
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm C Dm
Leave them underground
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm C Dm
Leave them underground
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm Dm
Underground
Gm C Dm
Leave them underground
