笨小笨Days Of The Underground (First Version|2023 Remaster)歌词由Hawkwind演唱，出自专辑《Days Of The Underground: The Studio & Live Recordings 1977-1979》，下面是《Days Of The Underground (First Version|2023 Remaster)》完整版歌词！
Days Of The Underground (First Version|2023 Remaster)歌词完整版
Days Of The Underground (First Version|2023 Remaster) - Hawkwind
Composed by：Dave Brock/Robert Calvert
In visions of acid we saw through delusion
Instead of pollution we decided to fight
The streets were our oyster we smoked urban
Poison and we turned all this noise on
We knew how to fight
We dropped out and tuned in spoke secret
Jargon and we would not bargain for what
We had found in the days of the underground
We believed in Guevera and saw that head held up
And our anger welled up
But we kept it cool
No need for machine guns 'cause the system was
Crumbling our leaders were fumbling
While we broke every rule
We saw them on T V they'd blown their cover and we
Tried to smother their voices
With sound in the days of the underground
Whatever happened to those chromium heroes are
There none of them still left around since
The days of the underground
Now we can look back at the heroes we were then
We made quite a stir then with our sonic attack
Crave evolution the assassins of
Silence with make-believe violence on a hundred
Watt stack
They offered us contracts we said we don't
Need 'em we'll just take our freedom we will
Not be bound in the days of the underground
And some of us made it but not smiling Michael
His black motorcycle was swallow by rust
And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the
Wheel but when he woke it was real too late
To have sussed
And Jeff was a poet who wrote with a spray
Can on walls
Saying hey man I believe that we've drowned
In the days of the underground
In visions of acid we saw through delusion
Instead of pollution we decided to fight
The streets were our oyster we smoked urban
Poison and we turned all this noise on
We knew how to fight
Spoke secret jargon
And we would not bargain and we not bargain
For what we had found in the days of the underground
We believed in Guevera and saw that head held up
And our anger welled up
But we kept it cool
The system was
Crumbling our leaders were fumbling
Our leaders were fumbling
While we broke every rule
In the days of the underground
And some of us made it but not smiling Michael
His black motorcycle was swallow by rust
And John the Bog dreamt that he slept at the
Wheel he woke it was real too late
To have sussed
And Jeff was a poet who wrote with a spray
Can on walls
Saying hey man I believe that we've drowned
In the days of the underground
