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You sometimes wonder and you sometimes wonder Ten thousand Deutschmarks to hand me over Oh you sometimes wonder and you sometimes wonder You can make a living sometimes wondering Don't think these bones can be sold when I'm long gone Don't think that I should want to sell my soul for the Sundays Don't wait for me to say I'm sorry--I won't Who wants to be a green MP? I don't (Repeat chorus) Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Don't think I walked into banks to stand in the queue Don't think I pressed up to the plexi-glass just to talk to you Don't wait for me to say I'm sorry - I won't Who wants to be a green MP? - I don't (Repeat chorus) |
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Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy
To hail the people's victory! Which people? What victory? It's the People's Army that murdered the people They've come to glue the shattered, battered statues in the square Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy With a haircut and a trigger-finger, that could be me! Tanks tearing a hole in the silence I've got armor-piercing rockets in my pocket--watch out! (Chatter) You must've seen it, the boy in the white shirt You want a fight? Yeah, you and whose army? The people is bigger than the People's Army My dad is bigger than your dad, and one day, one day Raw and angry in front of the enemy So it's turn back or kill. Boy versus tank You want a fight? Yeah, you and whose army? Here soldier, have a watermelon--this'll cool you down! |
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Big tall courthouse, a clock upon the wall
A hammer on the table and a copper on the door A judge in front and a jury at the side A judge in front and a jury at the side A judge in front and a jury at the side And a Bible on the stand to say I won't tell lies Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin In the deep south of America Can the lady take the stand now? Blah, blah, blah And how comes a black woman drives her own car? And what gives you the constitutional right And what gives you the constitutional right And what gives you the constitutional right To drive a car through a junction on a red stop light? Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin In the deep south of Yorkshire Well of course I drove the car through a red stop light But well, I thought that law was just for whites I saw the white folks drive through on green I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green So when the red light flashed, I thought this must be for me Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock Just a fear of the people with a fear of god Lancashire white girl tries to sing the blues Well, I woke up this morning like I usually do |
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Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
How bent your branches seem to be Nineteen twenty-one and all's well Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell One bullet straight through the heart Rubens caught a ricochet, Durer's lady cried today Cracked old masters up against the wall Blue-faced Wendy Woolworth--she's seen it all Housepainter, housepainter Hanging your swastika wallpaper Rows of pretty cabbageheads to gobble up your words Laughing along to your blah, blah, blah |
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One, two, three, four
Slap Fleet Street fell in love But the girl proved hard to get Took a seat at the old boy's club But wouldn't share the bed Cuppas for the troops Bubbly-gum and wire Trojan horses, Black & Tans They're running for their lives Royals came to call Mister Paisley save her soul Heavens here's the naughty girl Wouldn't say her prayers Bloody Monday morning The rat who did the talking Here's Ginger to the rescue Take that! And that! Take that! And that! |
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OK, this one's called "Whitewash"
When was the very first time you saw Chumbawamba? In my dreams! Ha! Working in a forge, black lungs, burnt skin Callouses, arched back, hammering, hammering Stalin watching over us pigeon shit head We'd spit on the floor at this red bastard god That's how grateful we are (Repeat) Bronze statue, pink marble, built to last We brought him to his knees in a single night And the boots that remained I attacked, I attacked Hammering, hammering, the past is past That's how grateful we are (Repeat) Scrub away, scrub away And the noise rang out, metal on metal Pigeons flit, dust settled Out from the shadows we took to the streets David chopping at the giant's feet That's how grateful we are (Repeat) OK, we're gonna take it right, right, right, right down, way down What we need is a break from the old routine (Repeat) Can I kick it? Yes you can! (Repeat) There ain't no justice, just us (Repeat) OK, we've been doing this one quite a few nights running, but I'd like to take that one. Is that a yes? Which one, then? Goodbye girl, goodbye girl... Martin McLaren, Archer, Anais Nin... Well, basically, Chumbawamba are the sort of metals of the pop world The old groups, they're not concerned with what there is to be learned They sell 501s and they think it's funny, turning rebellion into money Can I kick it? This songs become a bit irrelevant now, innit, we may as well just go off now. Couple of yous could just get up and we'll just fuck off. I'm into that man, you know, 'cause I've got a hot chocolate waiting for me back there. There's, uh, quite a bit of anti-Criminal Justice Bill sentiment down in front here. Excellent! What we need is a break from the old routine (Repeat) You still want to come? Too late, too late We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat But we lived on our feet, at least, at last And we will live on our feet, at least, at last That's how grateful we are (Repeat) You still want to come? Too late, too late We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat But we lived on our feet, at least, at last We will live on our feet, at least, at last That's how grateful we are That's how grateful Ta |
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