Look at the front page, turn on the tv They fire another round at you and me Their guns are loaded, they're taking aim Nobody told them we're not all the same No paranoia, nobody could Just write it off as being Hollywood The innuendo between the lines Leaves no confusion 'bout what's on their minds
CHORUS I won't go underground I won't turn and flee I won't bow the knee I won't go underground I won't turn and hide from the rising tide I won't go underground I won't compromise what the world denies I won't go underground And I'm not ashamed of the cross I've claimed