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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
And the company director spins the globe
Looks into on atlas of the world A supermarket lifestyle for as all A thousand nations under company control Coca-Cola got machines in every land No-one got the teeth to bite the hand Stole their labor, their culture, and their lives To create a Coca-Cola paradise Swallowing their soft drinks and their lies Let's take the blindfold from our eyes |
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It's a happy sound
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
Anybody can press a button and blow up a ship
Anybody can use an atom bomb Anybody can pick up a big whip and whip you Anybody can stick a knife into you Anybody can pull a trigger But where's the man with the character, as can take a punch on the nose and keep his temper, keep control of himself? The seed you sow, another reaps The wealth you find, another keeps The clothes you weave, another wears The arms you forge, another bears The songs you write, another sings The heart you lose, another wins The food you bake, another eats Poison-laced and oh so sweet Rock and roll Check your pulse Art or death True or false Can't stay young Can't grow old Overpriced Undersold |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
A visionary pause in the cycle
When she refused to buy or sell When the daughters of perfect wives Said there must be more sacrifice Needed more than symbolic change More than silent wasting away In factories and sterile marriages He was God, she was powerless With a brick for every year of life She set out for the house of lies The old boys' club under siege His lordship cowered under his seat Called for brandy and reinforcements Blasted away at every movement Close to breaking down the door Past thick blue line and stupid laws Black Friday left her bruised and stubborn One brick from winning the struggle Rapunzel hacked at the ivory tower Asquith quickly rose to the hour Appealed to patriotism, oily smiles Gave nothing, called it compromise Gauging the situation perfectly Said ladies, ladies, listen to me Nineteen fourteen, we're on the brink of war Pick up a flag, drop your cause Your targets are counter-revolutionary Take my hand in democracy Here's a piece of paper You're officially free Here's a list of instructions For you to obey And here's sharp knife To cut your own throat Small sacrifice in return for a vote Whispered word in Pankhurst's ear Visions of the first woman peer Led women down the garden path And into the arms of the enemy Jail and force-feeding, waster martyrdom Sold her songs for the national anthem Slotted the smile back neatly into place Served refreshments At the end of the race All demands reduced to a joke X marks the plague, abandon hope Butlers still pouring brandy for the rich Excuse me pass me the privilege A woman's voice, the state's idea Same vested interests, same dirty deals Currie and Williams immersed in the times Examples to keep the rest in line Currie and Williams two of a kind Examples to keep the rest in line Absolute power Absolute power Ladies, ladies, listen to me |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish (Repeats) But it's all in vain (Repeats) Different colors, different faces Different schools in different places Scour the morning papers, all in vain Evening after, who remembers? Say your prayers for the great pretenders I see nothing but flowers, all in vain I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish (Repeats) But it's all in vain (Repeats) All the gravestone elegies I-never-met-you memories And every T.V. picture, all in vain All your questions, deep as skin Seperate worlds to put them in Another might-have-been, all in vain I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish (Repeats) Color blind as tse-tse flies Sucking all our difference dry And as we sleep they multiply (Repeats) All in vain (Repeats) Multiply (Repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
Sitting on the shelf when someone called my number
With a template in one hand, scissors in the other 'What lump of clay is this?' Said the king maker to me Dull, gray matter, perfect for his alchemy The future flesh and blood on the bones of the big lie A no-wit who's face fits and never wonders why I met my Mephistophelles, the papers sealed in blood Like I got a transfer deal the lad done good (Chorus) Good King Danbert at the helm His face on every coin of the realm And every time we sing, it's three cheers for the king Hey, hey, hey Sirhan, Sirhan, where have you gone? All mixed up We take a fool for a king All mixed up Mistake a fool for a king (Repeat) The washing powder advert That everybody hates But all the research shows that's how brand names are made Squeaky clean, no skeletons In other words I've never lived Makes me highly-qualified To decide what gives Rough-shod, riding rail-road Over all the awkward questions Queen Victoria of Grantham To give me her blessing It's written all over me I'm touched by the hand I am the something very rotten In the state of little England (Repeat chorus) All mixed up (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Welcome to Never Mind The Ballots. The phone lines are now open. If you'd like
to put a question to the candidates the number to ring is 0532779463. You want jobs? I've got jobs! Hospitals? Top of my list! Tax cuts and platform shoes For every small businessman Just give me your vote Just give me your vote Schools, prisons? Of course we'll build them! Condoms for the American GIs! Nuclear reactors breed like rabbits Police oppression? You can have it, sir! Just give me your vote Put your cross in the box Hello, we've got our first caller. You're name's Martin. Hello Martin. You disagree with our statement policy. Well Martin to tell you the truth I couldn't agree with you more. It's outrageous, disgusting. But unlike my colleague on my right, we're the party who say what we do, do what we say. You can bank on us Mart! Good evening, Shirley. I'm so glad that you've rung. The matter is as dear to me as it is to you. Give me four years and I'll get right down to it. Because unlike my little balding colleague on my left, we don't make promises we can't keep. You still there, Martin? Just one more thing. Give us your vote You want houses? See me afterwards Want my autograph? See my bodyguard Pre-election budget handouts You want a war? No problem! Just give me your vote Just give me your vote |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
Goodbye to the summer
Sold down the river Unhappy ever after Well did you ever? Did you ever reach for the glued-down penny? Same old joke and it's not funny Burns are red bruises blue Out with the old cheated by the new Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I don't remember... You sing the same old verse Stick like glue for better or worse What goes around comes around Again again again This heart pulled apart Hydra fighting head to head Burns are red bruises blue Out with the old cheated by the new Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I don't remember... Amnesia Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I don't remember... |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Words to describe Nicaragua of old
Cash crops and hunger and US control Coffee and sugar on company land Made to supply what the boss would demand Then one July morning in seventy-nine Nicaragua decided to leave it behind (Chorus) And the people are learning to take back their lives As the country will change, Sandinista survives Women are winning what they've never known The power to organize outside the home Starting to find what is equal and fair Ensuring that this revolution is shared Regaining lost chances, demanding much more Running the factories, fighting the war (Repeat chorus) Nobody claims that it's over and done There's too much depends on enlistment and guns And raising their children and filling their plates And chasing the Contras to Washington State The Yankee conspiracy thrown to the ground That's where the spirit of change can be found (Repeat chorus) |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Hey diddle diddle, here's a brand new riddle
What's shallow and cheap with a hole in the middle Five fingers holding four wise angels Little heads float by on clouds of goodness They're playing voodoo with their Kylie dolls Sing it right or don't sing it all |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
I caught you with your head down the toilet as you were gulping up dirty words, then later dressed in suit and tie, whilst playing to the laughing crowds, you were gargling, spitting, fingers down your throat, making yourself so sick. Vomiting the words that you'd sucked and slurped all over the cops at the back!
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again Flucky now, flucky now, flucky now, oh my, it's a good job Fusion cannot spell. 'Cause if I could you know I'd get a lot of flack off the record company, always on my back. Well I thank God for watching what I'm doing. Whoops. Fusion watch what you're saying. Remember what happened before when you tried to thank God, um, Christ, um, Him--you had to scrap your lyrics and throw them in the bin. I couldn't win, it must've been a thing. Anyway I've been asked here not to give lip, but to talk about a topic which we call censorship. Musicians have no right to say what they want to. MC Fusion want to say some of the people say that blunt--nobody has the right to tell you want to do. 'Cause if you do it to them, it may be [?] on you. Whoever bought this record try and figure out what the flucking hell is Fusion talking about, but it makes sense to the A G I T, cause this is what happened when they try to censor me. Ha. Finally, Fusion, I mean we, got freedom of speech. Censorship is a load of bollocks, and that's wh at agitation propaganda and anything you can do, I can do better. 'To' is a preposition 'Come' is a verb 'To come' is a verb intransitive To come, to come Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Don't come in me, don't come in me Don't come in me, don't come in me It takes technique to thrill me! Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Did you come, come, come, come, come good? Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again (Good Thief routine) Stepford husbands, Stepford wives With longer scissors, sharper knives So sugar-sweet, they spend their time as censors, working overtime This good-good culture Bullshit motherfucker bullshit Welcome Christ, judges, lone ranger Bullshit motherfucker bullshit Padres, pastors, popes, priests Bullshit motherfucker bullshit Critics, comics, you, me Bullshit motherfucker bullshit Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again |
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from Chumbawamba - Slap (1998)
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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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
The good folks pull together
It's July 4th forever Down in Celebration, Florida The neighbors bring you coffee And everyone's always happy Down in Celebration, Florida There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse And they're selling innocence They're keeping out the deviants To protect the residents Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida They're buying up nostalgia For a time they can't remember Down in Celebration, Florida They're sharing homemade corn chips Even the dogs get facelifts Down in Celebration, Florida There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse And they're selling innocence They're keeping out the deviants To protect the residents Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida There's nation fighting nation There's kids with malnutrition But not in Celebration, Florida Social engineering It gives you that fuzzy feeling Down in Celebration, Florida There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse And they're selling innocence They're keeping out the deviants To protect the residents Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida Celebration, Celebration, Celebration, Florida Well, it's It's very conventional, I don't know, and it's, it's, kind of just relies on some kind of simplistic folk ideology. That's true, actually I'd agree with that. |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
The good folks pull together
It's July 4th forever Down in Celebration, Florida The neighbors bring you coffee And everyone's always happy Down in Celebration, Florida There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse And they're selling innocence They're keeping out the deviants To protect the residents Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida They're buying up nostalgia For a time they can't remember Down in Celebration, Florida They're sharing homemade corn chips Even the dogs get facelifts Down in Celebration, Florida There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse And they're selling innocence They're keeping out the deviants To protect the residents Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida There's nation fighting nation There's kids with malnutrition But not in Celebration, Florida Social engineering It gives you that fuzzy feeling Down in Celebration, Florida There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse And they're selling innocence They're keeping out the deviants To protect the residents Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida Celebration, Celebration, Celebration, Florida Well, it's It's very conventional, I don't know, and it's, it's, kind of just relies on some kind of simplistic folk ideology. That's true, actually I'd agree with that. |
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from Chumbawamba - English Rebel Songs (1995)
A hundred years, a thousand years, we're marching on the road
The going isn't easy yet, we've got a heavy load, oh we've got a heavy load The way is blind with blood and sweat, and death sings in our ears But time is marching on our side, we will defeat the years, oh we will defeat the years We men of bone of shrunken shank, our only treasure doth, Women who carry at their breast heirs to the hungry earth, oh heirs to the hungry earth Speak with one voice, we march, we rest, and march again upon the years Sons of our sons are listening to hear the Chartist cheers Oh, to hear the Chartists cheers |
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from Chumbawamba - English Rebel Songs (1995)
The summer was over the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find The times were oppressive and well it be known That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down 'Twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout The prince of the party who revelled from home Was a terrible fellow and called Irish Thom He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill And close to his elbow was placed Bonny (?) Will Their instantly followed a numerous train As cheerful as bold Robin Hood's merry men Sworn to remedy a capital fault And bring down the exorbitant price of the malt From Dudley to Walso (?) they trippet (?) along And Hampton was truly alarmed at the throng Women and children wherever they go Shouting out 'Oh the brave Dudley boys! Oh!' With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined The markets to lower their flattering design Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get Little else at their meals but potatos to eat For bread hard they labor, good things never carve And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve Such other feelings in every land Nothing necessities coal can withstand And riots are certain to sadden the year When six penny loaves are three pound as up here |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Come on baby
Let's do the revolution Six for the record And seven for the t-shirt A picture of the band and a ticket for the promised land Watching all the bouncers Systematically beating up the dancers To the rhythm of a pocket of change Here's the group with all the answers Vote for the party and keep your mouth shut! Same chains of command All the power taken out of our hands Politics pays the piper in this company land Come on baby Let's do the revolution They say we'll all be equal When they take control Vote for the party and wallow in our rock and roll "Roadie! my guitar!" |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
I'm the wife of the boss of the company
And I always make my husband answer to me With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree The main problem is, they're not civilized, you see Look at the way that they squabble between themselves Rioting at funerals--they'll surely go to hell If you gave them nice houses, they'd only burn them down You don't get that in a white man's town And boycotting products won't do them any good You see they need the trade to help buy food And when I visit my niece on her beautiful homestead The blacks who work for her seem really quite content So I'll agree with my husband--let things stay as they are That's always been his motto, and we've gone far |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
A loose door-jam, a light left on
The oldest national lottery Enter Johnny-Go-Darkly Come to spoil my party Smell of faeces lingers Echo of light fingers Cold comfort blankets Steeped in creeping anger Flatfoot comes poking Compounding my misery Grinding pestle and mortar Adding insult to injury If only this, if only that, If only in my guts - See my life before my eyes Trampled underfoot Creepy crawling All the creeps go creepy crawling Same thing every night How can stealing candy from a baby Seem alright? What a wonderful world... Corvino, carrion crow Skulking with his mobile Slippery peat-bog eyes Stick-on smiley smile Small print like quicksand Not a wooden leg to stand on Sinking through my stomach The ground beneath me gone Free-fall, call Ophelia Clutching at straw Mixed with bloody feathers From scruff of neck of crow Johnny go! Johnny gone! Too much drink in your tum-tum-tum See this finger, see this thumb - See this fist and watch it come Creepy crawling... All the creeps go creepy crawling Same thing every night How can stealing candy from a baby Seem alright? What a wonderful world... |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
Didn't he know it was a waste of time? All stitched up by a thin blue line (Repeats) Well the facts said 'yes' But the judge said 'no' Go straight to jail And don't pass go He didn't understand And he told them so Go straight to jail And don't pass go Don't pass go There ain't no justice, just us (Repeats) Didn't he know it was a waste of time? All stitched up by a thin blue line A little self-protection They don't want to know Go straight to jail And don't pass go And he won't say sorry Play the old Jim Crow Go straight to jail And don't pass go Don't pass go Didn't he know it was a waste of time? All stitched up by a thin blue line White paranoia It runs the show Go straight to jail And don't pass go You want table manners You get rule of law Go straight to jail And don't pass go Don't pass go Didn't he know it was a waste of time? All stitched up by a thin blue line (Repeats) Don't pass go (Repeats) There ain't no justice, just us (Repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
It's a long walk to the gallows It's a small step to swing free The crying in the tower For my conspirators and me Gunpowder and modem And a dream of liberty And then they'll tell you Don't try this at home Oh yes they'll tell you Don't try this at home If you walk on the beach with King Canute You'll be walking back alone Tonight he'll dine on oysters While we fall like green acorns We'll be putting down our Roots right in the centre of the storm Oh but they'll tell you Don't try this at home Oh yes they'll tell you Don't try this at home The cry of gulls of streets The buzz of phones The march of feet We'll meet tonight To draw up plans exclamations ampersands Somewhere across the water They're storming palace gates Scared of the moth flame met aphor We falla sleep and wait Singing for a future but the chorus comes too late Because they'll tell you Don't try this at home Oh yes they'll tell you Don't try this at home Don't don't don't don't Don't don't don't don't Don't don't don't don't Don't don't don't don't Don't don't Don't try this at home Don't don't don't don't Don't don't Don't Try this at home Don't don't don't don't Don't don't Don't Try this at home Don't don't Try this at home Don't don't Don't Try this at home Don't don't Try this at home Don't don't Don't Try this at home Don't don't Try this at home Don't don't Don't Try this at home Don't don't Try this at home Don't don't Don't Try this at home Don't don't Try this at home Don't don't Don't Try this at home So we're coming to the last dance I've got another request With your best foot for war We'll lay this ghost to rest |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
Eat, sleep and crap
For to prey on your needs Down a dark street In backwater Leeds I seen yer comin' Come in, lads! You seen the ad? Too bad, bad, bad What you get Is what you see It's a trickledown theory And it's coming to me Life's a whip-round And I've got the whip It's a sinking ship Drip, drip, drip Drip, drip, drip goes the water Take me in Throw me out Put me up Let me down Dark, satanic Run-of-the-mill Sing us a song And I'll send you the bill My nicotine grip My smokin' gun It's how I get my fun Better run, run, run Your olfactory nerves All up the spout You can't smell a rat When your nose is out Rent-to-kill By any other name Kiss an old flame Shame, shame, shame Drip, drip, drip goes the water Take me in Throw me out Put me up Let me down |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Are you happy here in theme park UK/USA?
And do you sometimes wish that your life was plug and play? And are the words to this song concise enough to follow? Is your smart food simple enough to swallow? We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb Are we only eating worms from a can just because we can? And is Disneyland all we understand? Will our history be written out in headlines? Diana dolls, and miracles, and landmines? We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb C'mon up here, second floor, second floor, right here, right here I get knocked down and don't get up again, yo, wamba-silly-assed-bitch C'mon man, we can talk about this Ah, c'mon, I'm a girl, and I can still kick your ass If there's nothing after death than why are we living anyway? What's the point of seventy years? Absolutely pointless... It's me trousers! That's it |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Are you happy here in theme park UK/USA?
And do you sometimes wish that your life was plug and play? And are the words to this song concise enough to follow? Is your smart food simple enough to swallow? We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb Are we only eating worms from a can just because we can? And is Disneyland all we understand? Will our history be written out in headlines? Diana dolls, and miracles, and landmines? We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb C'mon up here, second floor, second floor, right here, right here I get knocked down and don't get up again, yo, wamba-silly-assed-bitch C'mon man, we can talk about this Ah, c'mon, I'm a girl, and I can still kick your ass If there's nothing after death than why are we living anyway? What's the point of seventy years? Absolutely pointless... It's me trousers! That's it |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Open your eyes, time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot Trying and trying to get this damn thing done. It can't done. Come shoot the fascist with a gun. 'Cause it's stopping us from unity. We cannot see reality, just vanity, insanity, Fusion cannot stand it see. No man, fascist man, will ever get me outta the land so understand Fusion plan to stop them with a bang. We sang and sang to make the peple all unite. Not fight, but fight because the leaders don't think right. You burnt us in the past you know it won't happen again. So black and white take a stand and all try to defend. All of the people and the children who are living in the past, just blast, and blast, don't make the fascist man last. Open your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot On and on and on you know the feeling's so strong, so long, it's wrong, I'm telling you it's wrong. Destruction, confusion, and blaming it on the color, I wonder, in horror, 'cause the people start to follow. All the leaders and the rulers who are putting up the fence, it's dense, immense, and you say you're talking sense. Bull, bull, I want to say it full, but people on the radio you know will make a pull. So I try to tone it down to make the whole world know that the language of my violence will proceed in my show. Flow, flow, to make the fascist man know that unity is here and unity will grow. Open your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot Open your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough |
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(Chorus)
Open your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough Open your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough Enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot Enough is enough is enough Give the fascist man a gunshot Trying and trying again to get this damn thing done It can't done Come shoot the fascist with a gun 'Cause it's stopping us from unity We cannot see reality Just vanity insanity Fusion cannot stand it see No man fascist man will ever get me outta the land So understand Fusion plan to stop them with a bang We sang and sang to make the people all unite Not fight but fight because the leaders don't think right You burnt us in the past you know it won't happen again So black and white take a stand and all try to defend All of the people and the children who are living in the past Just blast and blast don't make the fascist man last (Repeat chorus) On and on and on you know the feeling's so strong So long It's wrong I'm telling you it's wrong Destruction confusion and blaming it on the color I wonder in horror 'cause the people start to follow All the leaders and the rulers who are putting up the fence It's dense immense and you say you're talking sense Bull, bull I want to say it full But people on the radio you know will make a pull So I try to tone it down to make the whole world know That the language of my violence will proceed in my show Flow, flow to make the fascist man know that unity is here and unity will grow (Repeat chorus) I want to wake up, I want to wake up I want to wake up, I want to wake up Open your eyes, time to wake up Enough is enough is enough is enough (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Is she really going out with him?
Not any more! Georgina's cooking supper for her husband All her friends are coming 'round to see the show Because the thief she calls a husband won't be hungry When he sees what's on the end of his fork Georgina isn't asking any more And her lover isn't asking any more And the cook isn't asking any more Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor Georgina's got a timebomb in her stomach She knows that any minute now it's going to blow With all the pain and the silence that she feeds on With all the hurt that the bruises can't show Georgina isn't asking any more And her lover isn't asking any more And the cook isn't asking any more Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor Georgina's got an appetite for vengeance And she sings all the songs from 'Oliver' But she won't be wanting seconds any more As she tightens up her grip on her trigger finger Georgina isn't asking any more And her lover isn't asking any more And the cook isn't asking any more Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor Georgina isn't asking any more And her lover isn't asking any more And the cook isn't asking any more Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor |
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from Chumbawamba - Anarchy (2003)
Is she really going out with him?
Not anymore! Georgina's cooking supper for her husband, all her firends are coming round to see the show Cos the theif she calls her husband wont be hungry, when he see's whats on the end of his fork (Chorus) Georgina isnt asking anymore and Her lover isnt asking anymore and The cook isnt asking anymore since The theif met a bullet on the way to the floor Georgina's got a timebomb in her stomache, she knows that any minete now she's gonna blow With all the pain and the scilence that she feeds on, with all the hurt that the brusies cant show (Chorus) Georgina isnt asking anymore and Her lover isnt asking anymore and The cook isnt asking anymore since The theif met a bullet on the way to the floor Georgina's got an appitite for vengance, and she sings all the songs from Oliver She wont be wanting seconds anymore as she tightens up he grip of the trigger finger (Chorus) Georgina isnt asking anymore and Her lover isnt asking anymore and The cook isnt asking anymore since The thief met a bullet on the way to the floor (repeat till fade out) |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Albert!
What? Bobby! What? For god's sake burn it down Nothing ever burns down by itself Every fire needs a little bit of help Nothing ever burns down by itself Every fire needs a little bit of Give the anarchist a cigarette 'Cause that's as close as he's ever going to get Bobby just hasn't earned it yet The times are changing but he just forgets He's going to choke on his harmonica Albert Nothing ever burns down by itself Every fire needs a little bit of help Nothing ever burns down by itself Every fire needs a little bit of Give the anarchist a cigarette A candy cig for the spoilt brat We'll get Albert to write you a check And he'll be burning up the air in his personal jet You know I hate every pop star that I ever met Nothing ever burns down by itself Every fire needs a little bit of help Nothing ever burns down by itself Every fire needs a little bit of Give the anarchist a cigarette Burn baby burn, burn baby burn (Repeat) Nothing ever burns down by itself Every fire needs a little bit of help (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Anarchy (2003)
Albert! Bobby! For gods sake burn it down!
(Chorus) Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of . . Give the anarchist a cigarette. Cos thats as close as he's ever gonna get Give the anarchist a cigarette. Bobby just hasnt earned it yet Give the anarchist a cigarette. The times are changing but he just forgets Give the anarchist a cigarette. He's gonna choke on his harmonica, Albert! (Chorus) Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of . . Give the anarchist a cigarette. A candy cig for the spoilt brat Give the anarchist a cigarette. We'll get Albert to write you a cheque Give the anarchist a cigarette. And he'll be burning up the air in his personal jet Give the anarchist a cigarette. You know I hate every popstar that I ever met! (Chorus) Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help (repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - English Rebel Songs (1995)
If you want to find the general
I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the general I know where he is He's pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest Pinning another medal on his chest If you want to find the colonel I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the colonel I know where he is He's sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut I saw him, I saw him Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut If you want to find the seargent I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the seargent I know where he is He's drinking all the company rum I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum Drinking all the company rum If you want to find the private I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the private I know where he is He's hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire Hanging on the old barbed wire |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
If you want to find the general
I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the general I know where he is He's pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest Pinning another medal on his chest If you want to find the colonel I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the colonel I know where he is He's sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut I saw him, I saw him Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut If you want to find the seargent I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the seargent I know where he is He's drinking all the company rum I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum Drinking all the company rum If you want to find the private I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the private I know where he is He's hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire Hanging on the old barbed wire |
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from Chumbawamba - Showbusiness [live] (1995)
Tall as houses
Small as spiders Undefined this buzz inside us Tightrope walker Chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell Devil take me God forsake me Made my home in heaven/hell Out of ruins growing pains Wide-eyed pirates crossing bones Tightrope walker Chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell Devil take me God forsake me Made my home in heaven/hell Kicking giants drowned in reason Breaking old building new Tightrope walker Chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell Devil take me God forsake me Made my home in heaven/hell |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Why settle for what we're shown
When there is so much more? Sometimes the Book of Law Is only half the story Means and ends: Deciding where to draw the line Loss or work in Sellafield homes Or the threat of cancers yet to come? The choice is obvious: There is no choice Only the option of looking outside This narrow definition of "What you see is all there will ever be" There comes a time - that time is now - When every second, every day When every action, every thought Will tell the world how you cast your vote They break our legs And we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches Tired of mild reform Sick of hand-me-downs We topple all the theories to the ground: All real change Must come from below Our bosses must live in fear Of the factory-floor And when they smile And they ask for my support, I'll give them these words And a bloody nose: You don't help your enemy When you're at war There are moments in all of our lives Tiny sparks still deep inside When a new-born baby cries When you're watching clouds in a summer sky The first time you walked out on strike Love and sex and holding light Tings that can't be bought By promises and votes I hate the things I love being criminalised I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in I hate MPs, judges and magistrates I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats I hate wars, and all the people who love them I hate the idea of living on other people's backs I hate being filed, registered and classified I hate being watched and monitered I hate police I hate the way you talk down at me I hate being told what to do I hate you when you don't listen I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography I hate the pain we inflict on each other On animals, and on the Earth And I hate how love songs have become such cliches through endless, shallow repitition Each angry word Every cynical put-down Every song is carefully born From a hope of something better to come All jumbled-up Love and hate and love Each prompted by the other: For the cause of peace we have to go to war Refusing to sleep Whilst there's a world to win Yet happy to dream Dreams make the plans to change this world Not just some future heaven But today and every day In our place of work In the queue for the metrobus Organise! Here's the rest of our lives! ..A tiny spark still deep inside We can and will run the factories and mills We can and will educate ourselves We can and will work the fields We can and will police ourselves We can and will create and build Organise! Here's the rest of our lives! |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Good evening, topping nightcast--a possible link between murder and music
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Sticky pages in Hello with Hopper as Nero on Rome See the social big guns going bang, bang, bang Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! No Xmas for Junkies.. Who put the U Who put the U Who put the U in the wamba? So fashionably blue Crime never pays, heroes are handsome, So fashionably blue Pretty children are popular, ugly children cynical So fashionably blue Mothers never work, single women always do So fashionably blue Politics doesn't exist, automobiles screech when they come to a stop So fashionably blue All problems are solved in slightly less than half an hour |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Good evening, topping nightcast--a possible link between murder and music
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Sticky pages in Hello with Hopper as Nero on Rome See the social big guns going bang, bang, bang Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! No Xmas for Junkies.. Who put the U Who put the U Who put the U in the wamba? So fashionably blue Crime never pays, heroes are handsome, So fashionably blue Pretty children are popular, ugly children cynical So fashionably blue Mothers never work, single women always do So fashionably blue Politics doesn't exist, automobiles screech when they come to a stop So fashionably blue All problems are solved in slightly less than half an hour |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
One year later
This queue never moved I've got well dressed slugs Crawling over my shoes And all these bouncers Pushing me around Well I'll huff and I'll puff I'll blow your house down In these hard times No money for the arts No money for a bonus And my car won't start The taxman cometh And the landlord too Now something better chance I've got things to do Scratched record carries on forever Last waltz carries on forever Prize fighter carries on forever Too much bowing To the sacred cow Hey! you! outside! now! Two years later And the tap still drips This pain in my back Means I still can't sleep They're ripping up the longside For plastic seats We're ripping off the gas Just to make ends meet Half the population Living off crime I'm talking 'bout the fuckers On question time Pop fops on horse Haven't got a clue Now something better change I've got things to do Scratched record carries on forever Last waltz carries on forever Prize fighter carries on forever Too much bowing To the sacred cow Hey! you! outside! now! Three years later And I'm still in this queue Now somethnig better change I've got things to do Too much bowing To the sacred cow Hey! you! outside! now! |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
Your world, my world (Repeats) San Christobal on New Year's Day Sunny beach, L.A. Blue and coral Kirkstall skies Timorese sunrise Fairfield Horseshoe in the snow Clashing worlds in Tokyo All the bars in County Cork Heavy rain, New York I sailed the seven seas Carved my love on trees I brought the whole world home with me Home with me Your world, my world (Repeats) Barcelona cobbled streets Paris, 1968 Words along the Berlin wall When it's just about to fall I sailed the seven seas Carved my love on trees I brought the whole world home with me Home with me Your world, my world (Repeats) Gracelands, Memphis, Tennessee Killing time, Napoli Autumn Warsaw, grey and green Kronstadt 1917 I sailed the seven seas Carved my love on trees I brought the whole world home with me Home with me (Repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - Showbusiness [live] (1995)
Up behind the bus stop in the toilets off the street
There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor From the boy who got his head kicked in a night or two before. Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these In the pubs, clubs and burger bars, breeding pens for pigs, Alcohol, testosterone and ignorance and fists Packs of hunting animals roam across the town They find an easy victim and they punch him to the ground. Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these The siren of the ambulance, the deadpan of the cops, Chalk to mark the outline where the boy first dropped Beware the holy trinity: church and state and law For every death the virus gets more deadly than before. Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
I'm the Boss of the company
And I've got hunger working for me Listen and you'll begin to understand I built my profits on stolen land It's the economics of supply and demand And I make the demands around here Product sells, people die Same manipulation wrapped in lies Give a little money and play your rock and roll The biggest prizes to the biggest fools Good evening ladies and gentlemen Welcome to the show where you the audience participate On our show tonight we got lost of surprises in store for you at home In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid For every pop star that we slag off today A million pounds will be given away Paul McCartney - come on down With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground Make of Ethiopia a fertile paradise Where everyone sings Beatles songs and buys shares in EMI Charity, starvation, and rock and roll Let it be, eh Paulie? Freddie Mercury, this is your life Thank the Lord that you were born white And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity To peddle your hypocrisy in Sun City A bit of a hot potato in a moment, eh Fred, in South Africa? Well I'm sure there's a video in there somewhere David Bowie, the price is right A suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite Still the voices of those who doubt Coca-Cola for the peasants to end this drought David the world can only take so much And with you around, we're in for a really hard time Jagger and Richards, game for a laugh Dancing us down the garden path To a place where money grows on trees Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease There's only one mountain in the rock and roll business Ladies and Gentlemen, and it's Mick Jagger Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings Who makes the money when the puppets sing Ask the corporations where does the money go Ask the empty-bellied children what are we singing for And Cliff Richard, three, two, one The God who remains when the religion's gone Cliff, we've got a special surprise for you today So come up closer, step this way Cliff, you're such an example of moral worth Such a purist saint come to bless our earth That on behalf of our viewers watching on telly And on behalf of the millions with empty bellies We're donating something special that we're all going to like Cliff Richard, we're going to nail you up to a cross tonight Ladies and gentlemen, just imagine it, someone comes along, takes everything you own, your space, your house, separates you from your family and then hits you in the face if you say anything different. Well, that's what we've been doing to the third world for the past four hundred years. That's you and me. You the viewers at home, me in the studio, the pop stars, everyone. That's how we make the third world, every day, today and every day. If you want any correspondence with the program, just send your answers, letter bombs only, to BP House, Victoria Street, London, SW1 Thank you and good night Feed the world Starve the rich Goodnight I know there must be more I know there must be more Than giving just a little bit more When half of this world is so helplessly poor Starved of the real solution Charity and tradition And the cycle of hungry children Will keep on going 'round I know there must be more Will keep on going 'round I know there must be more Will keep on going 'round I know there must be more 'Till we burn the house of commons to the ground |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
Blue-rinse sugar
Wipe-clean couple Pinched last supper Counting pretty penny John Betjeman Some dead liar Quiet pink picture Under heavy manners This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face in So politely This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face in Oh so nicely I want more! No hurry So sorry Don't worry Bite-size china Tea or tartar Lipstick traces Table set to bless Sweet charity Lukewarm whisper Still-life platter Under heavy manners This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face in So politely This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face in Oh so nicely I want more! No hurry So sorry Don't worry I want more! |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
Ahh, Let's dig the grave up Ahh, let's have a shake up Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out I had a fling with Doris Day I'm coming out I almost got her in the family way I'm coming out I gotta see what the papers say I'm coming out All dressed up in drag inside a Gucci body bag I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out Ahh, Let's dig the grave up I'm coming out Ahh, let's have a shake up I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out My self denial couldn't get any worse I'm coming out First confession second verse I'm coming out I forget myself but I remember the... words All dressed up in drag inside a Gucci body bag I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out Ahh, Let's dig the grave up I'm coming out Ahh, let's have a shake up I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out Ahh, Let's dig the grave up I'm coming out Ahh, let's have a shake up I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
Ahh, Let's dig the grave up Ahh, let's have a shake up Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out I had a fling with Doris Day I'm coming out I almost got her in the family way I'm coming out I gotta see what the papers say I'm coming out All dressed up in drag inside a Gucci body bag I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out Ahh, Let's dig the grave up I'm coming out Ahh, let's have a shake up I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out My self denial couldn't get any worse I'm coming out First confession second verse I'm coming out I forget myself but I remember the... words All dressed up in drag inside a Gucci body bag I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out Ahh, Let's dig the grave up I'm coming out Ahh, let's have a shake up I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out Ahh, Let's dig the grave up I'm coming out Ahh, let's have a shake up I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
C'mon
Norman Rockwell come on in Hang your dirty coat on the door Don't you worry 'bout the cops downstairs They're just digging up the cellar floor I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again I'm the girl from Stars In Their Eyes but I walked into a life of crime Now I turn water into corporate pop, and Danbert is a friend of mine I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again I got a plastic toy with my happy meal I got a plastic toy with my happy meal I got a plastic toy with my happy meal I feel sick C'mon Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again Harry, tomorrow we sit together and discuss the timing |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
C'mon
Norman Rockwell come on in Hang your dirty coat on the door Don't you worry 'bout the cops downstairs They're just digging up the cellar floor I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again I'm the girl from Stars In Their Eyes but I walked into a life of crime Now I turn water into corporate pop, and Danbert is a friend of mine I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again I got a plastic toy with my happy meal I got a plastic toy with my happy meal I got a plastic toy with my happy meal I feel sick C'mon Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again Harry, tomorrow we sit together and discuss the timing |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
By the time I got to Woodstock
It was going up in flames In June under a silvery moon Why do all your songs turn out the same? Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got I'm not sorry I was having fun I'm not sorry I got that old time religion Where we still don't cross the picket lines You got Rush Limbaugh on your side But I got Ricky Tomlinson on mine Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got I'm not sorry I was having fun I'm not sorry Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got Got got got got, not got I'm not sorry I was having fun I'm not sorry "Now since this, uh, single was a great hit all over the world you must have earned a lot of money and we were wondering how being an anarchist and, um, being a rich man get along together?" |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)
Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Another white boy band They're happy on demand Everything is planned Until the singer gets a habit Guess what? Guess what? This could get to be a habit Guess what? Guess what? This could get to be a habit Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you I'm going out of my head Inside a T.A.Z. You won't catch me living or dead On the Hollywood A-List Guess what? Guess what? The Hollywood A-List Guess what? Come and get your arse kissed Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you (repeats) Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats) And now for the rest of this record we have a selection of musical items--a stereo treat--as a reward for all your hard work. |
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Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)
Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Another white boy band They're happy on demand Everything is planned Until the singer gets a habit Guess what? Guess what? This could get to be a habit Guess what? Guess what? This could get to be a habit Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you I'm going out of my head Inside a T.A.Z. You won't catch me living or dead On the Hollywood A-List Guess what? Guess what? The Hollywood A-List Guess what? Come and get your arse kissed Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you (repeats) Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - English Rebel Songs (1995)
Have you been to work at Idris?
No we won't go in today! For we're standing by our comrade And we'll never run away She stood bravely by the Union And she spoke up for us true And if she gets the sack No we never shall go back What e'er they do, what e'er they do Now you boys who're washing bottles It really is a shame To take the place of women Don't you think you are to blame? Come with us and join the Union Never heed what Idris say We are out to right the wrong And now we shan't be long Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray Master Willy, master Willy You must give in once again It was wrong to sack a woman With two children to maintain Thirteen years she's faithful served you Though she was three minutes late But our little sister Anne Why she never checked the man At the gate, at the gate Oh you great king in the palace And you statesman at the top When you're drinking soda water Or imbibing ginger pop Think of some who work at Idris For very little pay And who only get nine bob For a most unpleasant job Alackaday, alackaday Now then girls all join the Union Whatever you may be In pickles, jam, or chocolates Or packing pounds of tea For we all want better wages And this is what we say 'We are out to right the wrong' 'And now we shan't be long' 'Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray' |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
If it is to be, it is up to me (Repeats) And as we sail, blows wild the gale (Repeats) Sweet flows the water, yellow as royal piss Speech turns to stammer, your lips are too tight to kiss I've never seen rabbits looking as scared as this And as we sail, blows wild the gale (Repeats) A five times champion wouldn't row as fast Caught in the eddies between future and past Blowing a hurricane from the Royal arse And as we sail, blows wild the gale (Repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
By building up the means for war, we thus preserve the peace
Such bullshit will prepare us for invasion from the east And meanwhile, they're carving up the land The anglo-american military have taken full command It's keeping us fed we're consuming it all Fat on its culture and military control Preparing for war bit by bit Whilst we're watching its telly and eating its shit They've got it all worked out and we give our consent They've got it all worked out and we give our consent They've got it all worked out and we give our consent They've got it all worked out for Central America They've got it all worked out for Ireland By sitting back and keeping silent we give them our consent Born in the shadow of the USA Taught the fundamental bullshit every day Force fed on a diet of Great British lies Media distortions censor our minds Passive spectators of royalty Too diverted to care if we're free ICI, BP, Thorn EMI Red, white, and blue logos, British pride With a Big Mac in one hand and a Coke at our sides We've accepted their culture and swallowed their lies They've put up more fences, watched us and spied And cleverly told us they've got nothing to hide For too long we've watched them preparing for battle But the fightback is started little by little Kicking at the midst of passive defense Refusing cruise means tearing down fences At Greenham and Molesworth, fences you can see But then there's all the barriers that are built around me Political, economic, cultural, social And people who live in glass houses Shouldn't encourage others to throw stones Let the glossy shop fronts know what to expect And colonel Sanders, you're next |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
Jacob's ladder Like rusty old nails At the bottom of the sea Telling no tales For the good of the Admiralty You jump when you're told to Through the open door And the King of Norway He's the man you all died for On this Jacob's Ladder The only way up is down Three days in the water Watching all the secrets drown Jacob's Ladder And they sent him to the wars to be slain, to be slain And they sent him to the wars to be slain (Repeats) A thousand lifetimes Left standing at the docks In the bar down in Whitehall They're sure the boat won't rock In a file marked 'Secret' In a drawer kept closed Nobody wonders Because nobody knows About this Jacob's Ladder The only way up is down Three days in the water Watching all the secrets drown Jacob's Ladder And they sent him to the wars to be slain, to be slain And they sent him to the wars to be slain (Repeats) On this Jacob's Ladder The only way up is down Three days in the water Watching all the secrets drown (Repeats) Jacob's Ladder (Repeats) O Bulldog Leader, sooner or later we'll dig up the body and try your cadaver (repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
And I'll give you a free ride to this underground stadium. They'll pick up the fair and they'll even tip you, don't even worry about it, man. You'll love this joint. We'll stop off, we'll buy some booze, and, uh, you'll bring it in and it's just incredible. The girls will be all over you.
I am the Lord of the very last dance I've got 'Tommy' on the leg of my pants I've got the audience in the palm of my hands My good friend Sinatra on my right Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights It's twice a night for twenty-five nights One more litle line, then everyone back to mine Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots I've got Basie conducting the band I got a penthouse suite at the Sands And my feet never touch the ground Are there any Branch Davidians in the house? Here's Jim Jones as a pantomime horse That showbiz gets right up your nose One more little line, then everybone back to mine Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas (repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
And I'll give you a free ride to this underground stadium. They'll pick up the fair and they'll even tip you, don't even worry about it, man. You'll love this joint. We'll stop off, we'll buy some booze, and, uh, you'll bring it in and it's just incredible. The girls will be all over you.
I am the Lord of the very last dance I've got 'Tommy' on the leg of my pants I've got the audience in the palm of my hands My good friend Sinatra on my right Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights It's twice a night for twenty-five nights One more litle line, then everyone back to mine Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots I've got Basie conducting the band I got a penthouse suite at the Sands And my feet never touch the ground Are there any Branch Davidians in the house? Here's Jim Jones as a pantomime horse That showbiz gets right up your nose One more little line, then everybone back to mine Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas (repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
Don't tell me lies
I want it all (Repeat) I don't need fingerprints So button up your coat Before you catch your death of cold Throw away your books They're building windmills Three miles up Out on the moors There's an empire waiting (Chorus) Look at me now I can take on the world and win Look at me now Towny go home Whispers in the Tower of Babel But I have all I need I have shoes with sharpened soles And every simple joy We make it all so complicated When all you need to know Is putting the meat Around your bones (Repeat chorus) Just look at me now Both feet on the ground My sights are fixed on the horizon (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin
Dear Calvin, there's a hole in your knickers, a hole Now let's see what happens with Ba-ba-black sheep Ba-ba-black sheep, have you any wool? Dramatic! |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin
Dear Calvin, there's a hole in your knickers, a hole Now let's see what happens with Ba-ba-black sheep Ba-ba-black sheep, have you any wool? Dramatic! |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
We're the ladies for compassionate lynching
We fight for all the things we believe We spend all of our time on your talk shows We put the stickers on your record sleeves |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
We're the ladies for compassionate lynching
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from Chumbawamba - She`S Got All The Friends That Money Can Buy (2000)
It's such an easy step
From lets forget to lest we forget We haven't learned this yet From Cold Harbor lane to Oklahoma and back again The problems stay the same It's such an easy step From lets forget to lest we forget We haven't learned this yet We haven't learned this yet |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie I failed the audition for celebrity squares Your life is a dream, then you wake up You watch Friends together, then you break up I could win an Oscar, I could be so sincere Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie My psychic make up--it's all over the place Your life is a dream, then you wake up You watch Friends together, then you break up I'd like to thank you all, through this flood of tears Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Thank you... thank you... oh, thank you... Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie |
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Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie I failed the audition for celebrity squares Your life is a dream, then you wake up You watch Friends together, then you break up I could win an Oscar, I could be so sincere Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie My psychic make up--it's all over the place Your life is a dream, then you wake up You watch Friends together, then you break up I'd like to thank you all, through this flood of tears Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Thank you... thank you... oh, thank you... Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana. High above the streets and houses Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky (Chorus) Have your fun whilst your alive You won't get nothing when you die Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' Gobsmacked, William Shatnered Meta does a double take Come on baby, do the camera shake Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Meta Battle (Repeat chorus) Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' Meta Battle shot her Lord And watched him tumble down And now there's people out with Polaroids all around town And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house may well be the original Kiss it as you pass (Repeat chorus) Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' (Repeat) Susej em kcuf ho (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
Here's the devil in disguise
Hits me right between the eyes Like a thief out of the night Someone taught him how to fight (Chorus) Love can knock you over Love can knock you over Tongue-tied and crucified Cross my heart and hope to die But I'll get up again And I'll fall down again And I'll get fooled again (Repeat chorus) Beaten by the sucker punch And I don't care about getting' up You can count me out this time And I won't mind So used to useless metaphors Lost the battle, won the war Words to fight another day Pass away (Repeat chorus) |
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from Chumbawamba - Anarchy (2003)
Im an anarchist. Im the anti-christ. Well, sort of. Not really. Its not big.
Its not clever. Im quite a reasonable fella. Your friendly uncle, good with kinds, good ol' paternalist pop. Good cop, Bad cop, Good cop, Bad cop, Good cop, Good cop. I was a wannabe and wannabe's dont know what they want to be. I neednt of worried cos the man upstairs was looking out for me. God gave me the finger with his free hand, now Im his left hand man. Hey punk! Dont call me mac, my name is John Trabant! (Chorus) Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Take Me, Take Me Seriously Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me They call me the great pretender. John Noakes was my mentor. Im a walking talking ideas man, heres one I prepared earlier. Stretch Armstrong and his rubber band. Edwin Meese and the sex police. Please Mr Postman, post-post modern, deliver us from Elvis. Be-bop-a-lula baby baby, does good culture yes! Now I found what Im looking for, I find myself in another fine mess. Someone muddied my waters. I lost my way but now I see. I O.d'd no ironey. I'll rediscover God for the next L.P. (Chorus) Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Take Me, Take Me Seriously Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Bend me shake me any way you want me, whatever you want, Ill be your hearts desire. Black and cuddley, you want love me. Pop me cork, watch me pop like bubbly. Hot or not, youve got to use what youve got. Where's the weak spot, let me take a shot. What a turn on. Does it feel lovely? Love me love me love me love me . . . "Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, how you came up. Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, heavens above!" Johhny Johnny what for art thou, how goes Victor Jara. I got a stadium sized pro rata headache. Pretentious moi. The ghost of Eamonn Andrews smiling watching over me. I love it. Lets shoot it. Johnny Trib in a movie. I paid my dues, I sung the blues and Ive done pain personal hell. Pass me the phone I got calls to make, this will sell and sell. Im as Bob Roberts to you Phil Ochs, talking political. So love, love me, love me Im a liberal! (Chorus) Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Love Me, Love Me Take Me, Take Me Seriously Love Me, Love Me Freeze Frame Love Me. |
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from Stigmata (스티그마타) by Billy Corgan [ost] (2000)
(Hail Mary)
No virgin me for I have sinned I sold my soul for sex and gin Go call a priest all meek and mild And tell him, 'Mary is no more a child' It's raining stones, it's raining bile From the luxury of your denial So I don't deny, I don't make do I'll press alarms, place bets on truth (Chorus) I'm so up and down, and I love what's not allowed I was lost, now I see And now I'm growing old disgracefully Whatever happened to Mary? (Repeat) Whatever happened to (Hail Mary) I'll spit on floors, and do more drugs Burn every bill, get drunk on love Wear next to nothing in the pouring rain Be a bad example and do it all again I'll be uncareful, I'll cause such scenes And I'll never talk of used-to-be's Tattoo my face, I won't go gray Be a dancing queen, I'm growing old disgracefully (Repeat chorus) Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary (Repeat) (Yram Liah) |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
No virgin me
For I have sinned I sold my soul For sex and gin Go call a priest All meek and mild And tell him, "Mary Is no more a child." It's raining stones It's raining bile From the luxury Of your denial So I don't deny I don't make do I'll press alarms Place bets on truth I'm so up and down And I love what's not allowed I was lost, now I see: And now I'm growing old disgracefully Whatever happened to Mary? I'll spit on floors And do more drugs Burn every bill Get drunk on love Wear next to nothing In the pouring rain Be a bad example And do it all again I'll be uncareful I'll cause such scenes And I'll never talk Of used-to-be's Tattoo my face I won't go grey Be a dancing queen I'm growing old disgracefully I'm so up and down And I love what's not allowed I was lost, now I see: And now I'm growing old disgracefully Whatever happened to Mary? Mary, Mary Quite contrary |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors, be upstanding, for men of yore. But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ha ha! Serves him right.
Act two, a new New England, watch the good seed grow. But who is this miss out-of-wedlock, with children of her own? Enter witch finder general, of melancholy humor, and irascible power, all dressed in goody-goody two shoes, pulling the heads of flowers. 'Let this be,' said he, 'a lesson, your dirty linen is your own reflection.' Said I, 'Somehow it just doesn't wash, away with your petty inquisition. In the vernacular, most unkind sir, f**k with me and you will see the flesh and blood and bone, the black eye of thine enemy.' Dance, dance. Act three, 'I am the lord of the dance,' said he. John the Baptist, dripping wet, playing sir politick-would-be. Backslapping, backsliding, back to basic instincs, backfiring. By your own choice you're on a hiding to nothing, I ask you which is more comforting? The thought that I am bad seed, gone to seed, turned sour by TV sex and violence. Or even worse, am I unleashed by my own volition to do you ill? 'Condemn a little more, understand a little less.' Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha ha! I am Prometheus, prepare thee to meet thy nemesis. |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Children in school forced to the desk
Finger the atlas and study the text Lies and opinion presented as fact Taught to accept, and never to ask Those smiling workers in Ladybird books They're not picking coffee at all They're busy with bricks and mortar Building the company wall Flickering pictures hypnotize We spend our lives watching others' lives Too much watching to realize That this is a smokescreen And this is why people die Those smiling news presenters They're not reading cue-cards at all They're busy with brush and bucket Whitewashing the company wall Set yourself up and play it again Force the tears and entertain Sing about a world of make-believe Force this charity and leave Rich people who claim to know What's wrong with this world Can't know anything at all They're busy giving the orders For us to build their second homes Flickering pictures hypnotize Flickering pictures hypnotize And we who take the orders And refuse to question it all We're busy with spade and Bible Burying the poor Burying the poor Mass-manufactured and given away Blinkers to get you through your day So you'll never ever know to what extent you're involved Easily fooled, all your problems solved You'll say starvation has nothing to do with you You saw it in print, so it must be true And the documentary explained it all It's a simple matter of birth control And if you send a little money you can sleep tonight Or starve in sympathy on a Limmits Diet And you know that charity cures malnutrition And hunger put the sparkle back in television Hunger put the sparkle back in television Hunger put the sparkle back in television |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son Walks in whistling Casey Jones Moses with a gun Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son Round and round and ad infinitum |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
(Chorus)
Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Do something about it (Repeat chorus) Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with the card Good call What's the crack, what's the damage done today From the commons to the common a banana skin away Knock it back knock it out Chuck a nightmare dart Quiet Compere on the mic turns turning to the court Putting beef vol-au-vents across the Union Jack Bolinger and Bitter says the colonies are back (Repeat chorus) You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire (Repeat) (Repeat chorus) Up your ronson Take a tab With a flash of Zippo light Catch the hip parade passing to the Polaroids right Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam Local lad made bad with cowboy charm Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb Pass the mic Karaoke with the yesteryear stars Time to weep into your beer 'til the fireworks start (Repeat Chorus) You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire (Repeat) (Repeat chorus) |
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from Chumbawamba - Anarchy (2003)
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card Good call What's the crack what's the damage done today From teh commons to the common a banana skin away Knock it back knock it out Chuck a nightmare dart Quiet Compere on the mic turns turning to the court Putting beef vol-au-vents across the union jack Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit Do something about it You think you're god's gift You're liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire Up yer ronson Take a tab With a flash of zippo light Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam Local lad made bad with cowboy charm Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb Pass the mic Karaoke with the yesteryear stars Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit Do something about it You think you're god's gift You're liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire |
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from Chumbawamba - First 2 Lps (1995)
Mr. Heseltine you drove into our town
The northern rain always drizzling down Shoppers at the window stop to look As you sign another copy of your book 'Cause you have all the power And you have all the wealth And we've got nothing but ourselves We've got nothing but ourselves We've got nothing but ourselves So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices Salvage our integrity, reassert our dignity Power in the heart of the community Mr. Heseltine listen to me We don't want power And we don't want money We're fighting for the right to decide How the power and the wealth Be equally divided Old people in Seacroft need money for bills Single mums with kids want decent meals And we all want new coats When all's said and done They're all worn out From being walked upon There comes a time when we organize When we take control of our daily lives When we don't obey orders from authority When we disbelieve the myths of democracy Democracy Street, Britain's longest running soap opera, with the added illusion of audience participation. Our act tonight, on the left, capitalism that's right, on the right, capitalism is it, in the middle, probably the best capitalism in the world. Remember it's your choice, your five seconds worth of action that counts. I mean that most sincerely folks. Sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time. The next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away. If freedom is the choice between three different types of the same oppression then I'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. Never mind the ballots, here's the rest of your life. Mr. Heseltine drove away Two more appointments in the north today Helpless and powerless We join the queue for the metro bus And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind I'll never give support to you and your kind (Repeat) |
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This coat my royal gown
A stolen hand-me-down No need to scrape and bow We can be heroes now For more than just one day Heres how Look both ways when crossing roads Dont wear slippers till youre old Never do what you are told |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
These red azaleas never grew so tall
This well of loneliness Could rise and drown us all There is no right or wrong Things fall as they do Pulled by the sun and the moon Forever comes too soon People come People go But still I'll never let go Ideas come Ideas go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go I've fallen for the girl Been mad about the boy When you've kissed an angel There's just no choice There is no right or wrong Things fall as they do Pulled by the sun and the moon Forever comes too soon People come People go But still I'll never let go Ideas come Ideas go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go Lying there with the squares on the kitchen floor Watch the clock's pointing fingers It's seen it all before There is no right or wrong Things fall as they do Pulled by the sun and the moon Forever comes too soon People come People go But still I'll never let go Ideas come Ideas go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go Still I'll never let go (Still I'll never let go) |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
In the event of something happening to me
There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground Or have they given up and all gone home to bed Thinking those that once existed must be dead? Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones In the event of something happening to me There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones |
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In the event of something happening to me
There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground Or have they given up and all gone home to bed Thinking those that once existed must be dead? Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones In the event of something happening to me There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones |
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(Chorus)
Wondering Have I given up dreaming? Come down from the ceiling I won't do that again Thinking My misspent history Mistakes to teach me I won't do that again Dreams I kept as a child Kept me quiet and hypnotized Cooked away my valentines Served myself up every night Couldn't see me for the trees And all that hallmark poetry I'm not the girl I used to be I'm not the girl I used to be (Repeat chorus) Trying to break the family ties Chocolate hearts and tacky lies Heard a thousand crappy lines And I believed them every time So I beg to disagree Love's not taking all of me I'm not the girl I used to be I'm not the girl I used to be (Repeat chorus) I'm not the girl I used to be (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
I dreamt the cliffs and ride the waves
And no one comes to save me My arms are sprawled against the tide Nothing knocks me over Nothing knocks me over Nothing knocks me over From the fire into the frying pan I jump because I can I choose to gamble with my life Twice the risk, four times the prize Nothing knocks me over Nothing knocks me over Nothing knocks me over |
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