In this underground, we see all the connections
roots are twisting 'round, to flower blossom erections
Animals parade, mortal chaos conundrum
Andy looks afraid, he's been thinking things over
And I don't think I need to get higher
I didn't want to get rich, I didn't want to win fame
I only wanted a few to just remember my name
I wasn't trying to chart, I wasn't trying to make money.
So in that sense I succeed, I saw to all of my needs
and without selling my soul and without swallowing whole all the pills and the thrills and the poisonous honey
Yes, These consolations, are just part of that, which keeps me alive

In my underground, My camera eye is fixated
As insects make their rounds, each one is a slave to the garden
flowered poison sounds, the horrible tree vibrating in whispers, saying "You don't think you're fooling anybody"
That didn't get you the cash, it didn't change your whole world, It didn't get you the fame, it didn't get you the girl, It didn't make you look smart in fact you look kinda funny
You said you told them the truth, but you were wearing a mask, you're growing old behind youth, you're hiding under a hat, now your asylum is closed and your field's not so sunny.
So tell me how does it feel, to hear that voice in your head, the one you couldn't escape, the one that wasn't mislead, creeping into your song, disconnecting your numbers?
And with that scrutinous eye, you used on everyone else, the scope is turning on you, so take a look at yourself... You have been living your life in a state of blind wonder.
And you'll never be rich and you'll never have fame
and what little you did, was under different names
and that's the funniest part, you really fucked yourself over
Go on you cowardice man, pretend you planned it this way, pretend you're really in charge, pretend it's integrity, that keeps you out of the scene and fading over their shoulders
Andy take a bow, take your head from those clouds, oh for crying out loud
Andy take your bow, turn your back on that crowd, it's time to throw in the towel
Andy take your bow, we don't have time for that now, come on the car it is waiting
Andy take your bow, get your head from those clouds, oh for crying out loud
Andy take your bow, I wanna be famous! I want you to know me!
Andy take your bow, we wanna be rich!!! fuck! we wanna be Bowie
Now, accept the realization, it's consolation that is keeping you down inside this underground