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It's a happy sound
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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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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)
(Chorus 1)
Stop now, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down Stop now, what's that sound? Wow! (Chorus 2) I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Unattended at the railway station In the litter at the dancehall Sitting pretty near the fast-food counter In a backseat of a Vauxhall Woah (Repeat chorus 2) (Repeat chorus 1) (Repeat chorus 2) Unattended at the railway station They're all dancing to the same song Hear the smashing of your expectations Hear the shattering of half-rhymes (Repeat chorus 2) (Repeat chorus 1) Gotta stop! Yeah, stop now, what's that sound, everybody look what's going down Stop now, what's that sound, everybody look what's going down (Repeat) Stop (Repeat chorus 1) And all the timebombs They're all dancing to the same song In a world full of no-ones I am someone (Repeat chorus 2) (Repeat chorus 1) (Repeat chorus 1) London bridge is falling down Thank you Mr. Jimmy Echo, ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together Lovely |
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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 - 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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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 - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Ugh! Your ugly, your ugly, your ugly houses look so Ugh!
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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 - 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 - Uneasy Listening (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 - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Oscar Wilde, Oscar Wilde, can you tell me where you've been?
I've been down to London town to pay a visit to the Queen. Oscar Wilde, Oscar Wilde, can you tell me what you saw? I saw the Queen and all her coutiers cooking up new laws; I saw the corridors of power, with closets wall-to-wall; And I saw the truth, the truth, behind the Emperor's new Clause! So you burn the books, and close your eyese to every other possibility-- you got to keep your job for collaborating with the enemy. You keep throwing stones though your house is made of glass; you've helped to make McCarthyism popular, at last. Blessed are the moralists, the Judges, the patriarchs. Blessed are the gutter-press, the AIDS-joke comedians. Praise to the guilt-mongerers, the fear-builders, the sin-fetishists. Glory, glory, halleluia, His truth is marching on One in ten driven underground, divisions getting wider. Hide your inclination behind a straight face and a Bible. Third Reich morality, and if the cap doesn't fit, there's a designer label for hypocrites. Here comes the officer, knocking on your door. He's got a care order in the pocket of his uniform. Where's Radclyffe Hall? Now is the time to tear up clause 29! Here comes the preacher checking your soul. Too late sir, I'd rather fall. We'll eat your bread and we'll drink your wine, and still tear up clause 29! Here comes the judge, hammer in hand, but we've all gone deaf to bigots' commands. Our justice will cross the thin blue line and tear up clause 29! Here comes a brick, heading your way. A concrete opinion says all I want to say. Save your own soul, mine will be fine, once we've shredded clause 29. |
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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 - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Just take a ticket
It takes you nowhere They saw us coming It's them and us here Just keep your voice down And light another I am a patient girl I wait, I wait, I wait It's not your money Don't call me stupid Not big, not clever Mean can mean awkward It's Wigan Pier here I'm not for jumping See candid camera Sees next to nothing (Chorus) You keep me waiting I keep on shouting You keep me waiting I keep on shouting You keep me waiting I keep on shouting You keep me waiting My letterbox knows Bangers and bad news Good morning campers Sees queues and queues and queues They spell my name wrong It's not for art's sake And every truth told Black mark on black mark You love to chew on This bread and butter You crunch your numbers And push your papers Pile-up on pile-up Malicious bad turns I'll light another Slow fuses, slow burn (Repeat chorus) |
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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
I'm always waiting
I'm sick of waiting For the day my luck will change I've spent enough time In queues and bread lines In hope of better days These thieves and scroungers And lazy bastards If I move they'll steal my place Steal like this State does And who's to blame us When none of us can pay? Will heaven's angels Pull out the rent books And ask me how I'll pay? Behind their big desks Misspell my kids' names And file my life away? |
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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 - 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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from Chumbawamba - Uneasy Listening (1998)
Driving on the bypass to Damascus
I saw a preacher trying to hitch a ride With a pair of broken wings And a suitcase full of sins He gathered up his dreams and jumped inside Pulling Malatesta from his suitcase He lifted up his voice and began to sing 'My songs of desperation lead to action... And this is where the serious fun begins.' We don't go to God's house anymore Saw the light and walked right out the door We don't go to God's house It's more fun in the dog house We don't go to God's house anymore Well driving on, I tasted sweet salvation As we sung away the pulpit and the past The preacherman and me We sang such harmonies The highway of my life went by so fast The preacher, he got off at the crossroads He said, 'This is where I end, and you begin' He left behind the wings and the Malatesta And the memory of the songs we both did sing We don't go to God's house anymore Saw the light and walked right out the door We don't go to God's house It's more fun in the doghouse We don't go to God's house anymore |
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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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
Damen Hurst said it came in with the tide
Now Jerry Springer, he's in formaldehyde |
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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)
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)
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)
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 - Tubthumper (1997)
We'll be singing
when we're winning We'll be singing I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink He sings the songs that remind him of the good times He sings the songs that remind him of the better times Oh Danny Boy Danny Boy Danny Boy I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink He sings the songs that remind him of the good times He sings the songs that remind him of the better times Don't cry for me next door neighbor I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down |
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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 - 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 - Tubthumper (1997)
There are those
Spend the night Under bridges Over by the river Down in the park Through the winter But there's a house That i know Safe and warm And no-one ever goes there Down where the priests Bless the wine She's been born into the wrong time She keeps nonsense on her mind She's a poet, she's a builder She's as bored as bored can be She's a have-not, she's a know-all She knows just how to say yes She's skating frozen chaos Till the no good gods are dead But sometimes in the dead of night Woken by the city lights She wonders how she keeps alive... This is the girl who Lost the house which Paid to the man who Put up the rent and Threw out the girl to Feather his own sweet home She's a clueless social climber Likes the wrong side of the bed She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me In the company of friends She's tried every variation She's so common, she's so cold She's homesick for a future Can't stomach what she's told On every street in every town All her days are up and down At home among the lost-and-founds... This is the girl who Lost the house which Paid to the man who Put up the rent and Threw out the girl to Feather his own sweet home Here's the good samaritan Looks away and carries on |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
This is the Goodship Lifestyle
All my friends jumped ship I elect me the captain This is the loneliest voyage I've ever been on Up in the crow's nest - Over there! I see land! First mate? There is no First Mate... This is the Goodship Lifestyle Sail away from the world So steer a course A course for nowhere And drop the anchor My little Empire I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere This is the Goodship Lifestyle I fly my very own flag TV dinners for one At the captain's table Repel all boarders! Draw the curtains tighter! Where's the crew? There is no crew... This is the Goodship Lifestyle So steer a course A course for nowhere And drop the anchor My little Empire I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
Pontius Pilate came to our town
Up to the dockyards to see the picket line We asked him to help but he just turned around He's the leader of the union now Leader of the union All of our questions he ignored He washed his hands and he dreamed of his reward A seat in the House of Lords One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out We live for words and die for words Principles we can afford When all our Brothers turn to Lords Whose side are you on You tell the world your hands are tied History three times denied A sea of changes three miles wide Whose side are you on One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out This conspiracy of shame Murder by some other name Play up and play the game Whose side are you on If any ask us why we died We tell them that our leaders lied Sold us out down the riverside Whose side are you on One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider I'm not alone you're not alone I'm not alone you're not alone outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me I'm not alone you're not alone I'm not alone you're not alone outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me |
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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 - 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 - Tubthumper (1997)
And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless Poison arrows To ruin your tomorrows Below suspicion Cafes full of people dressed as spies And all I know Is guilt for being different It's always raining stones There's a killer in the home In a small town Everybody looks the same There are unwritten rules Unspoken words Should I pack my fear and go? I have to leave somehow Before they run me out of town I have to leave somehow |
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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 - Tubthumper (1997)
Aftershave and smoke
And the same unfunny jokes They say they'll take you "Anywhere But there" Believe every half-whispered Half-remembered lie Where truth is a luxury They can't afford to buy Scapegoat Looking for a scapegoat There's always someone else for you to blame Backed into a corner He barricades his life Fastens up the shutters every night This island is big enough For every castaway But most of us are looking round For someone else to blame Scapegoat Looking for a scapegoat There's always someone else for you to blame |
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from Chumbawamba - Tubthumper (1997)
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 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 Words on a postcard from far away Spoke of a time long ago Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go |
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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
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)
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)
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 - 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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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)
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 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)
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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from Chumbawamba - Readymades (2002)
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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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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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 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 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 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 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 - 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 - Showbusiness [live] (1995)
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 - Showbusiness [live] (1995)
This is the last one
Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out Don't wear the gold lam 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 Twenty-five million pounds will be given away Paul McCartney - come on down With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground Make of Somalia a fertile paradise Where everyone sings Beatles songs, buys shares in EMI A and M Axl Rose, this is your life Thank the Lord that you were born white And thank MTV for this wonderful opportunity To peddle your hypocrisy David Bowie, the price is right With a suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite Still the voices of those who doubt Coca-Cola for the peasants And Michael Jackson, game for a laugh Dancing us down the garden path To Beverly Hills nine oh one oh, you know, you know Fill the world with silver media Ladies and Gentlemen, our special guest tonight He's come all the way, put your hands together for Mr. John Lydon AKA Johnny Rotten He's got a new book out, no McLaren, no Matlock, no Dignity Well we got a surprise for him tonight 'Cause we're gonna do the business, and we take no prisoners 'Cause we got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails And the two pieces of wood Put 'em together, folks, and what have we got? Tonight, live in Leeds, in city square, we've got the two pieces of wood sitting up You see him hanging there, he's upside down, nice little twist Because we're gonna nail Mr. Lighton right up to that cross and leave him hanging there Till the vultures come down and pick his eyes off his can, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ladies and gentlemen, you've been so good Thank you, on next week's show, the man upstairs And have we got a bone to pick with him! Adieu Thank you very much Thanks a lot Cheers Ta (Chatter) |
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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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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 - First 2 Lps (1995)
(White-whitewash, white-whitewash)
When you don't want to feed the world When you just want to feed your bank balance Wash your guilt away (Whitewash) Unilever Washes whiter (whitewash) Soap to clean those dirty hands And a slap for the people who work the land Unilever (whitewash, whitewash) Man-made hunger (whitewash) Soap in our eyes (white-whitewash) John West is the best (whitewash) Old soap opera (whitewash) No soap-reality (whitewash) Legal slave trade (white-whitewash) Domestos kills all known truths dead (White-whitewash, white-whitewash) Soap to wash the darkest stain Profit covers up the pain Of a slow, deliberate genocide And all the dirt you want to hide Take the black and wash it whiter (whitewash) Brooke-Bond Oxo (whitewash) Blue Band, Bird's Eye (whitewash) Lifebuoy, Sunsilk (whitewash) Persil washes whiter (whitewash) We make whitewash (Whitewash) We sell whitewash (Whitewash) Consume whitewash Consumed by whitewash (whitewash) [Simultaneously:] Unilever, Man-made hunger / Soap to wash the darkest stain Soap in our eyes, John West is the best / Profit covers up the pain Of a slow, deliberate genocide / Old soap opera No soap-reality / And all the dirt you want to hide Legal slave trade / Take the black and wash it white Domestos kills all known truths dead Whitewash Buy it Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you What are we prepared to do? (vomiting) |
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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 - 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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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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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 - 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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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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Said the party to the ad-man
We'll conjure up a gimmick The way to lead an ass Is with a carrot and a stick Dig down for minorities Promise them concessions Ride in on their backs And then teach them all a lesson Unemployment means depression You're just victims of the recession We can count on their support If we can channel their emotions (Chorus) Populate the wasteland Between leisure and the grave Work and pray and place your vote And some day you'll be saved All these myths come tailor-made To suit the company director Myths that praise the dignity Of cheap, disposable labor Two different routes To an industrial heaven Work for boss and parliament And all will be forgiven It's the fear of being sacked That lets the boss step up the pace Because the minute you step out of line There's someone took your place (Repeat chorus) Said the MP to the media Can't we juggle this around Sprinkle sugar on the dog shit And we'll keep the figures down Never let the left hand See what's in the right No-one's any wiser And the problem's out of sight Take your democratic choice Take a scheme or starve Job clubs, restart, YTS, CPs, EAS Company profits doubled Wages chopped in half (Repeat) (Repeat chorus) Offer your life to the one true church In the name of the conservative party The labor party And the liberal alliance The promised land where banks outnumber churches And your cars shall be martyrs to the cause Capitalism in crisis But on the third day it shall rise again But on the third day it shall rise |
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And now, the reverand Abraham Meakley- saver of souls
Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk "Brothers and sisters, I have seen more than sinning. I have been away these last 4 long years, but now I have returned to the fold, to be among my flock. I come as humble shepard embodied by the almighty, the power above, the power which is in me. Cos I am reborn brothers and sisters. I am living proof that government saves! Brothers and sisters, I want us to show our faith in the powers that be. For we are the true belivers. I want us to come together, come to me and let us feel the power of the cross. Todays lesson- stay in your homes exept on Thursdays, do not stray from the path, it's well sign posted, you cant miss it really and were open all day. Now theres no need to rush. Weve got plenty of pencils for everyone. Now there're collecting tins for your donation. Cheque, credit card facilities availible. "Government Saves!" stickers and badges on sale. T-shirts in small, mediem and large, all at competative prices! Put a down payment on your place in heaven and buy me another 4 years brothers and sisters. Dance dance wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance said he. And if you dont dance we have ways of making you dance. Government be with you!" Amen. |
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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 - 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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