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from Chumbawamba - Anarchy (2003)
(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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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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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 - 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 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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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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Stop now
What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Unattended on the railway station In the litter at the dancehall Sitting pretty near the fastfood-counter In the backseat of a Vauxhall I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Hear the ticking of your heartbeat beating Hear the breaking of their promises Hear the smashing of your expectations Hear the shattering of half-rhymes I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound You know Time tells you Ah-ah-ah-ah And all the timebombs They're all dancing to the same song In a world full of no ones I am a someone Timebomb Timebomb Timebomb Timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound London Bridge is falling down |
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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 - 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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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 - 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 - 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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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 - Readymades (2002)
Peace won't come (Repeats) By words alone With the world in front of you, you've only got a certain space to go. I go to me factory, and go there, that's supposed to be my bit of seeing the world. The whole world in front of ya, you're waiting, seeing things that haven't been discovered. No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats) One way or the other Something's got to change Humdrum has a stammer Saying 'w-w-w-whatever' One way or the other No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats) Peace won't come by words alone Peace won't come by words alone I'm so low on order But high on what I want And I've got your number And I'm coming over One way or the other No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats) One way or the other (Repeats) Peace won't come by words alone Peace won't come by words alone |
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Salt fare, North Sea (repeats) Roll on, roll off With these words I drown Topmast secured Hatches battened down Sometimes I think It must be different on land But from the mast I can only see tyrants Still in command Fish and Chip supper Battered, no bones Hung, drawn and quoted And drifting alone One thousand lashes For the Age of Reason Salt for your wounds When the cod's in season Salt fare, North Sea (repeats) We reach the horizon And sail over the edge Drunk on our memories More sober than a judge I'm wasting time That I can't afford I know I'd die on the gallows Before I'd die of being bored Drifting along, drifting along (repeats) Salt fare, North Sea (repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
I don't know
I don't know Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain A cut-price empire Clean-cut lines A perfect body And a dirty mind The rules of this game Say we all look the same Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain We'll put a spin on it We'll take a pencil to it We'll make a virtue Out of keeping oh so quiet about it I don't know, and I don't want to know I don't know, and I don't want to know I don't know, and I don't want to know I don't know, and I don't want to know Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain Talk about child's play Count the birthdays A stitch in time says Just look the other way The rules of this game Say you don't know her name Chain, chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain, chain We'll span a hundred years for it We'll make a killing out of it And we'll corner the market By keeping oh so quiet about it Working for The Gap (chain, chain, chain, chain) Sewing up crap Working for The Gap Sewing up crap Working for The Gap (chain, chain, chain, chain) Sewing up crap Working for The Gap Sewing up crap Working for The Gap (chain, chain, chain, chain) Sewing up crap Working for The Gap Sewing up crap Working for The Gap (chain, chain, chain, chain) Sewing up crap Working for The Gap Sewing up crap One up the chimney goes Two hawks a tray of matches Three braves the weaving floor All pray for the life of four Five down the pit descends Six plows in fields and meadows Seven spins the handloom round Eight lies in the burial ground One up the chimney goes Two hawks a tray of matches Three braves the weaving floor All pray for the life of four |
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They try in vain our minds to chain They try in vain our minds to chain I'm up in the stars I'm looking down at the gutter When I'm good, I'm very good But when I'm bad, I'm better Oh barman fill this glass again And keep on pouring 'til Death says 'when' Oh barman, fill it to the top And we'll be drinking 'til the singing has to stop They try in vain our minds to chain They try in vain our minds to chain A B C D E F G The only notes that matter When I'm good, I'm very good But when I'm bad, I'm better Oh barman, fill this glass again And keep on pouring 'til Death says 'when' Oh barman fill it to the top And we'll be drinking 'til the singing has to stop They try in vain our minds to chain (Repeats) Me and all my friends are coming 'round to your house And we're not going to go until we get thrown out (Repeats) Oh barman, fill this glass again (Repeats) They try in vain our minds to chain (Repeats) To chain (Repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
Without Rhyme or Reason (The Killing of Harry Stanley)
I wish, I wish, but it’s all in vain On hands and knees Floors like these Washing away Red from grey Hearts will ache Shotgun-shaped No remorse Of course, of course Of course there’s an explanation Why you sing without reason or rhyme Without reason or rhyme Everyone Must be wrong This explains Where he lays Hearts can kill And they will Filed reports Of course, of course Of course there’s an explanation Why you sing without reason or rhyme Without reason or rhyme |
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from Victory - The World Champions [omnibus] (2002)
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go I'm a taxi driver I'm a postal worker I'm an office cleaner I'm a striking docker I'm a ballet dancer I'm a Zapatista I'm a pop singer I'm a winner (Chorus) I'm a winner baby I'm a winner baby Ol?ol?ol?ol?Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ol?ol?ol?ol?Top of the world I'm on top of the world I'm a brick layer I'm an ex-miner I'm a single mother I'm a bus driver I'm a political prisoner I'm a print worker I'm a footballer I'm a winner (Repeat chorus) Words on a postcard from far away Spoke of a time long ago Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go (Repeat chorus) |
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from 해변으로 가다 by 조영욱 [ost] (2000)
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye The family money has a magnetic pull (yeah yeah yeah) Her social diary is always full And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye Style has a price without much change If you have to ask, then it's out of your range And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye Ooh ah, ooh ah Ooh ah, ooh ah Versace and Prada They mean nothing to me, to me (ooh aah) Well, you can buy your friends But I'll hate you for free Hate you for free She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Wysiwyg (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) |
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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 - 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 - Wysiwyg (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)
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 - Wysiwyg (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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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people Add your name, don't break the cycle Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Because a virtual office in a virtual home Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me (repeats) Pass it along, pass it along So here's your final resting place Your heaven is protected by security gates Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Because a happy future is a thing of the past And there's always another repeat (repeat) Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me (repeats) Brave new world population one Just pass it along (repeats) |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake, baby, shake the memories away Shake it, shake it Shake this grown-up Barbie Doll of a day Shake it, shake it She gets Hugh Hefner, but she forgets the year She just shakes her yeah, yeah, yeah Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake the dirt from your hands now Lisa Marie Shake it, shake it Shaking up the family with Pamela Lee Shake it, shake it Shake this fear of getting nothing done If you can bake a cake you can make a bomb Somebody forgot about something, for sure, something so obvious that they missed it, it's inevitable Moribund music of the 70's Let me feel it |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Turn down the lights
Kick off your shoes And relax with that special someone She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye The family money has a magnetic pull Yeah, yeah, yeah Her social diary is always full And both her faces--so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye Style has a price without much change Yeah, yeah, yeah If you have to ask then it's out of your range And both her faces--so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah... Versace and Prada mean nothing to me, to me... Well, you can buy your friends, but I'll hate you for free Hate you for free... She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her daddy's eye You see, it's magic, and it shouldn't work I still look at it most surprised it does Hmmm, ahem, pass it along... Pass it along, pass it along... Pass it along... What's the matter? You make too much money buddy? |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Rain on me o friendly fire
Smart bomb! Me 'n' Audrey gonna sing it for ya Smart bomb! A headache pill to die for Smart bomb! From all participating stores Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! Shine on me o benign virus Smart bomb! Uranium from Arms-R-Us Smart bomb! Here's something for your first-born Smart bomb! George Bush Junior, sing-along Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! You mean you're telling me here when you get coffee you have to pay for each cup? Yep. Donny is that a high-end cut or a mid-range cut? |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine Same old songs, same old cabaret A fairytale in Notting Hill Take your partners for the standing still Once upon a time Not so happy ending for the Mersey and the Tyne Who said the story had to end this way? A fairytale on Beeston Hill Take your partners for the standing still Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... |
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Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine Same old songs, same old cabaret A fairytale in Notting Hill Take your partners for the standing still Once upon a time Not so happy ending for the Mersey and the Tyne Who said the story had to end this way? A fairytale on Beeston Hill Take your partners for the standing still Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... |
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from Chumbawamba - Wysiwyg (2000)
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot Ooh Mr. Murdoch can I show you around? A new religion, no beat no rhythm Just Wal-Mart wall to wall A Kodak baby in the land of plenty Honey, I blew up the world With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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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 - 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 - 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 - 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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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 - 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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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people Add your name, don't break the cycle Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Because a virtual office in a virtual home Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me Pass it along, pass it along So here's your final resting place Your heaven is protected by security gates Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Because a happy future is a thing of the past And there's always another repeat (repeat) Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me Brave new world population one Just pass it along |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake, baby, shake the memories away Shake it, shake it Shake this grown-up Barbie Doll of a day Shake it, shake it She gets Hugh Hefner, but she forgets the year She just shakes her yeah, yeah, yeah Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake the dirt from your hands now Lisa Marie Shake it, shake it Shaking up the family with Pamela Lee Shake it, shake it Shake this fear of getting nothing done If you can bake a cake you can make a bomb Somebody forgot about something, for sure, something so obvious that they missed it, it's inevitable Moribund music of the 70's Let me feel it |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye The family money has a magnetic pull (yeah yeah yeah) Her social diary is always full And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye Style has a price without much change If you have to ask, then it's out of your range And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind Ooh ah, ooh ah Ooh ah, ooh ah Versace and Prada They mean nothing to me, to me (ooh aah) Well, you can buy your friends But I'll hate you for free Hate you for free She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye.. |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Rain on me o friendly fire
Smart bomb! Me 'n' Audrey gonna sing it for ya Smart bomb! A headache pill to die for Smart bomb! From all participating stores Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! Shine on me o benign virus Smart bomb! Uranium from Arms-R-Us Smart bomb! Here's something for your first-born Smart bomb! George Bush Junior, sing-along Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! You mean you're telling me here when you get coffee you have to pay for each cup? Yep. Donny is that a high-end cut or a mid-range cut? |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
I'm just scraping the social dogma from the bottom of my soul
No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm Can you name him? We'll bring you the answer when we come back |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
That was really good
Yeah, wasn't it? Yeah... Uh, what about the record? Ah, they'll get it... It's a no-no I've gotta heave-ho I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato Gene genie, rogue soya beanie Get thee behind me patent margarinie Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and your health and happiness Bobby can you hear me? Uh huh What about this sou... |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Damen Hurst said it came in with the tide
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine Same old songs, same old cabaret A fairytale in Notting Hill Take your partners for the standing still Once upon a time Not so happy ending for the Mersey and the Tyne Who said the story had to end this way? A fairytale on Beeston Hill Take your partners for the standing still Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... |
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from Chumbawamba - What You See Is What You Get (2000)
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot Ooh Mr. Murdoch can I show you around? A new religion, no beat no rhythm Just Wal-Mart wall to wall A Kodak baby in the land of plenty Honey, I blew up the world With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
(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 - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
Shiny button-down clown suit
Oxymoron (Repeat) F**ked up the simplest of chores Mister constant consternation And his declaration of war Makes a fist out of demands With his plasticene hands Matey makes a big, big deal And matey makes a big big meal Boasts of a conscience so big It means his uniform won't fit Cooking books and punching drunks Working for the real crooks The good cop Oxymoron (Repeat) I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe At the ticket inspector's party Prison guards eye store detectives All good fighters of crime Same repeated chat-up line Are you well tooled up Come and have a go if you think You're hard enough Watch them tighten their straps Yes sir I switched on the taps Heads to crack, eyes to black Bureaucrats will cover your tracks Here's how your dictatorships begin Fools obey without thinking The good cop Oxymoron (Repeat) I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
Part punk, part God almighty
Part fuck you, part Mister X-ray Eyes I didn't choose to be shouting for a living It happened Something snapped and I don't know why Too many slaps? Too many priests? Fumbled sex in parks? Or just a part of the me, me, me generation The Thatcher youth Coming home to roost If the old school cap fits, wear it But I'll take my cake and share it Burning down a bonfire made of teachers Pay your VAT bills on the cinders Just you and little Molly Flinders Doing the twist at all the dances Don't look to me for answers (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) Bring on the dancing girls Part sussed, part amateur Part love you, part mister bleeding heart I singalonga, jump uppa-downa Watch this space I've got lungs full of this stuff Two sides together in the commons bar Just who the fuck do they think they are I am not a pop star I'm a part of the class war Every revolutionary Is motivated by love I see the newsreels, two hundred bodies In a shallow grave in Timor What am I supposed to do? Forget it? Pretend it never happened? Whilst politicians circle-jerk 'round Legal jargon totem poles (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) Bring on the dancing girls You tell me Where does entertainment end And responsibility begin Oh Salome waits Oh Salome waits Oh Salome waits She says 'bring me all the heads of all the heads of state (Repeat) (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) (Let's twist again) Hear them sing (Let's twist again) See them sing (Let's twist again) Bring on the dancing girls |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
I'm Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing
Happy birthday mister president I'm here to call your bluff From the top of the world I'm gonna jump, jump, jump I'm so perfectly imperfect and I did it for your love I'm as small as Thumbelina, sugar fairy on the cake Because the thinnest of excuses leave the bitterest taste Brittle-boned, Barbie-cued, take a piece of my heart When you know you haven't got it, does it make you feel good This dress is killing me Frockanoia (Repeat) I won and then I lost and then I won and then I lost And now I know how much a pound of flesh can cost And the question isn't if, but a definite when Do I throw my achy heart into the gutter again The party isn't over 'til the thin lady sings Critics dressed as waiters waiting in the wings There they'll gather like vultures to pick at the bones I won and then I lost and I got nothing at all This dress is killing me Frockanoia (Repeat) |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
This girl, she didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to do
This girl, she got bored of all the things they brought her up to say She never meant them anyway This girl, she got caught out on the multi-storey car park Throwing goodbye notes wrapped up in bricks When they put her in the car she said, 'Jesus made me do it' But all the priests in all the world couldn't save this girl This girl, content with all the bloody noses, scabby knees You get from fighting wars like these, Running past the tidy houses pulling faces This material world couldn't tempt this girl (Chorus) Now she entertains the world and all its mates But she doesn't fit in And everybody thinks this girl is great But she's lacing all the party drinks with venom from a poison pen This girl, she made a habit of habitually lying Does everybody's head in She knows what happens when the next stop that you see It's not the one that everyone expected it to be This girl, happy families 'round the supermarket check-out She loves to be the odd one out The party girl who stayed upstairs Playing musical chairs La-la, la-la-la She doesn't care this girl. (Repeat chorus) This girl, she didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to do |
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from Chumbawamba - Swingin With Raymond (1998)
Ugh! Your ugly, your ugly, your ugly houses look so Ugh!
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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 - Slap (1998)
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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from Chumbawamba - Slap (1998)
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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from Chumbawamba - Slap (1998)
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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from Chumbawamba - Slap (1998)
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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