The Good Ship Lifestyle lyrics - Chumbawamba

Fairless, Bailey, Pharaoh, Hepperties,
Rally, Ruffle, Challen, So...
Travelga, Fiddister, Irisy, Fiscay,
Umber, Forfend, Promity forth time.

This is the Good Ship 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 Good Ship Lifestyle

Sail away from the world [x2]

[CHORUS]
So steer a course
A course for nowhere
And drop the anchor
My little Empire
I'm going nowhere (This is the Good Ship Lifestyle) [x4]

This is the Good Ship Lifestyle
I fly my very own flag
TV dinners for one
At the captain's table
Repel all the boarders!
Draw the curtains tighter!
Where's the crew? There is no crew...
This is the Good Ship Lifestyle

Sail away from the world [x2]

[CHORUS x2]

One By One lyrics - Chumbawamba

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 dreamt 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

Outsider lyrics - Chumbawamba

I'm not alone, you're not alone
You see me, you hear me
There are millions think just like me

Creepy Crawling lyrics - Chumbawamba

[Spoken:] the 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
Throw in 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? [x5]

[Spoken:] the 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
What a wonderful world

A loose door-jam, a light left on
The oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny-Go-Darkly
Come to spoil my party
Smell of faces 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, creepy crawling

All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?

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, creepy crawling

All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?

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? [x9]

Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary [x12]

[Spoken:] the Hail Mary [played backwards]

Mary, Mary lyrics - Chumbawamba

[Spoken:] the 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
Throw in 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? [x5]

[Spoken:] the 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 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? [x9]

Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary [x12]

[Spoken:] the Hail Mary [played backwards]

Smalltown lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

And every morning comes too soon
(All your nights are sleepless)
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
(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

I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow

I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow

I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow

(Please sir, I want some more)

I Want More lyrics - Chumbawamba

Blue-rinse sugar.
Wipe-clean couple.
Pinched last supper.
Counting pretty penny
John Betjeman.
Some dead liar.
Quiet pink picture.
Under heavy manners.

[BRIDGE]
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.

[CHORUS]
I want more!
No hurry. (More!)
So sorry. (I want more!)
Don't worry. (More!)
So sorry (I want more!)

No hurry. (More!)
So sorry. (I want more!)
Don't worry. (More!)
So sorry. (I want more!)

Bite-size china.
Tea or tartar.
Lipstick traces.
Table set to bless
Sweet charity.
Lukewarm whisper.
Still-life platter.
Under heavy manners.

[BRIDGE]

[CHORUS]

(No Hurry.
So sorry.
Don't worry.) [x2]

[CHORUS]

No hurry.(More!)
So sorry.(I want more!)
Don't worry. (More!)
So sorry.(I want more!)

No hurry.(More!)
So sorry.(I want more!)
Don't worry.

More! I want more! [x4]

I Want More lyrics - Chumbawamba

Blue-rinse sugar.
Wipe-clean couple.
Pinched last supper.
Counting pretty penny
John Betjeman.
Some dead liar.
Quiet pink picture.
Under heavy manners.

[BRIDGE]
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.

[CHORUS]
I want more!
No hurry. (More!)
So sorry. (I want more!)
Don't worry. (More!)
So sorry (I want more!)

No hurry. (More!)
So sorry. (I want more!)
Don't worry. (More!)
So sorry. (I want more!)

Bite-size china.
Tea or tartar.
Lipstick traces.
Table set to bless
Sweet charity.
Lukewarm whisper.
Still-life platter.
Under heavy manners.

[BRIDGE]

[CHORUS]

(No Hurry.
So sorry.
Don't worry.) [x2]

[CHORUS]

No hurry.(More!)
So sorry.(I want more!)
Don't worry. (More!)
So sorry.(I want more!)

No hurry.(More!)
So sorry.(I want more!)
Don't worry.

More! I want more! [x4]

Scapegoat lyrics - Chumbawamba

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
Scapegoat
Looking for a scapegoat
There's always someone else for you to blame
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
Scapegoat
Looking for a scapegoat
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame

There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame

There's always someone else for you to blame (Scapegoat)
(Looking for a scapegoat)
There's always someone else for you to blame (Scapegoat)
(Looking for a scapegoat)
There's always someone else for you to blame (Scapegoat)
(Looking for a scapegoat)
There's always someone else for you to blame (Scapegoat)
(Looking for a scapegoat)

"Swingin' With Raymond" (1995)




This Girl lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Never Let Go lyrics - Chumbawamba

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)

Just Look At Me Now lyrics - Chumbawamba

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]

Not The Girl I Used To Be lyrics - Chumbawamba

[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]

Morning After (The Night Before) lyrics - Chumbawamba

Unholy Sunday
A winter's day
(Mine is the kingdom)
Church bells ring a million miles away
(Forever and ever)
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
But stay here warm in bed with you
The morning after
The night before

Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after
The night before

Ice on the windows
Let's melt it away
(It's a hell of a winter)
So much time to waste, so much to say
(Peppered with laughter)
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
But move just a little bit closer to you
The morning after
The night before

Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after
The night before

Plasticine people
We could be
(Do what you want to)
Squeezing together, for now or forever
(Forever or never)
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
But roll up into a ball with you
The morning after
The night before

Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after
The night before

Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after
The night before

Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after Saturday
(The morning after)
Sunday after
The night before

Love Can Knock You Over lyrics - Chumbawamba

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]

All Mixed Up lyrics - Chumbawamba

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]

This Dress Kills lyrics - Chumbawamba

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]

Salome (Let's Twist Again) lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Oxymoron lyrics - Chumbawamba

Shiny button-down clown suit
Oxymoron
[Repeat]
Fucked 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]

Waiting, Shouting lyrics - Chumbawamba

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]

Hey! You! Outside Now! lyrics - Chumbawamba

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 something better change
I've got things to do
Too much bowing
To the sacred cow
Hey! you! outside! now!

Ugh! Your Ugly Houses! lyrics - Chumbawamba

Ugh! Your ugly, your ugly, your ugly houses look so Ugh!
[repeat]

"Showbusiness!" (1994)




I Never Gave Up lyrics - Chumbawamba

[Shouting]
I want to hear some revolution out there!
[Chorus]
If you survive me
I Never gave up
Tell them this
I Never gave up
If you survive me
I Never gave up
Tell them this
Almost as if I were planning ahead
I drank, I ate, I made love
I learnt to snatch whatever I could
I never asked for pity and I never gave up
[Repeat chorus]
Twenty months I kept accounts
And in the end they'll balance out
Sometimes I vomit happy memories
Sometimes I laugh out loud just to crack my face
[Repeat chorus]
If I meet Hitler in the other place
I'll spit this precious soup in his face
And all my accounts will be settled, you see
'Cause Hitler never ever got the better of me
[Repeat chorus]
I never gave up, I never gave up
I crawled in the mud but I never gave up
Ta, we do say ta
What kind of terrorist are they?
An old school terrorist.
An old school terrorist? Forget it!
Ta
[Repeat]

That's How Grateful We Are lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

A Morality Play lyrics - Chumbawamba

People would have to be told that if they refuse to answer questions when they might be expected to answer questions, that is something which can be used at the trial and which might strengthen the case against them.
Hang Michael Howard, oh c'mon...
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. Ho hum, it serves him right.
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 instincts, 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.
Thanks a lot

The Day The Nazi Died lyrics - Chumbawamba

We're told that after the war
The Nazis vanished without a trace
But battalions of fascists
Still dream of a master race

The history books they tell
Of their defeat in '45
But they all came out of the woodwork
On the day the Nazi died

They say the prisoner at Spandau
Was a symbol of defeat
Whilst Hess remained imprisoned
And the fascists; they were beat

So the promise of an Aryan world
Would never materialize
So why did they all come out of the woodwork
On the day the Nazi died

The world is riddled with maggots
The maggots are getting fat
They're making a tasty meal of all
The bosses and bureaucrats

They're taking over the boardrooms
And they're fat and full of pride
And they all came out of the woodwork
On the day the Nazi died

So if you meet with these historians
I'll tell you what to say
Tell them that the Nazis
Never really went away

They're out there burning houses down
And peddling racist lies

And we'll never rest again...
Until every Nazi dies...

Timebomb (Jimmy Echo Vocal) lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Slag Aid lyrics - Chumbawamba

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]

"Anarchy" (1994)




Give The Anarchist A Cigarette lyrics - Chumbawamba

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]

Timebomb lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Homophobia lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

On Being Pushed lyrics - Chumbawamba

I never could stand to be pushed

Heaven/Hell lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Love Me lyrics - Chumbawamba

I'm an anarchist. I'm the anti-christ. Well, sort of. Not really. Its not big.
Its not clever. I'm 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 don't 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 I'm his left hand man.
Hey punk! Don't 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. I'm a walking
talking ideas man, here's 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 I'm 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, you've got to use what you've 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. I'm as Bob Roberts to you Phil Ochs,
talking political. So love, love me, love me I'm 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.

Georgina lyrics - Chumbawamba

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 isn't asking anymore and
Her lover isn't asking anymore and
The cook isn't 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 isn't asking anymore and
Her lover isn't asking anymore and
The cook isn't 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 isn't asking anymore and
Her lover isn't asking anymore and
The cook isn't asking anymore since
The thief met a bullet on the way to the floor
[repeat till fade out]

This Year's Thing lyrics - Chumbawamba

Roll up roll up
The greatest show on Earth
Animals clowns freaks misfits contortionists
Fun for all the family

Currently residing in the 'where are they now' file
All tied up in elastic
Stubborn like weeds they've been here all the while
I saw the egis grow
In good working order adjustable spanner
Industry junkies
Regurgitated cabaret under the hammer
They were running the show

Let's hear it for
this year's thing
Last year's thing
Next year's thing

Step right this way
Thrills chills and spills
Marvel at the daring feats
Pure entertainment

Karaoke sex we can spend the night together
I made a date with Elvis
While someone does a runner with the group's bread and butter
I heard the colonel sing
From a packet of twenty when will they learn
Sickalongadanbert
That for one good smoke there's nineteen that burn
I never saw the strings

Attached to
This year's thing
Last year's thing
Next year's thing

Jump a little higher
Live by fire die by fire
I am the dog in the manger
Or a dodgy brown packet with suspicious-looking wires
Here's my starter for ten
Behind that pane of glass your special backstage pass
Hear the never-has-been
Meet the manager with his kex down and kiss his arse
And watch what happen again

This time it's this year's thing
Last year's thing
Next year's thing
Politics is this year's thing

Mouthful Of Shit lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Never Do What You Are Told lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Bad Dog lyrics - Chumbawamba

Puppy eyes puppy eyes tearing claws spitting pride
Roll over! roll over! roll over! roll over!
Pretty please pretty play chase away chase away
Nasty nasty snapping nasty biting spitting nasty nasty
Hammer hammer teeth nails sit sit sit sit
Bitch wont beg bitch cant lick bitch cant do those clever tricks
Heel fetch run lie nasty nasty snapping nasty
See these eyes puppy eyes roll over and die die

Bad dog you bad dog you bad dog you bad dog
Playful dog with trouble and spice nasty nice nasty nice
Slip the lead fight fight my bark is softer than my bite
Roll over roll over mock each chewing spewing mouthful
Hammer hammer teeth nails bad dog bad dog
Good girl pat pat bad dog smack smack
Heres a bitch wholl give it back snap snap snap snap
Puppy eyes will start to play this nasty dog will have its day

This is heaven
This is hell
This is living
This is tale to tell
This is drive wheel
This is cog
This is master
This is snarling dog
This is hammer
This is spanner
This is no sir
This is table manners
This is history
This is how its been
This is over and over and over and over again

Enough Is Enough lyrics - Chumbawamba

[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]

Rage lyrics - Chumbawamba

Hear the ghosts of ever after
Yell of anger
Ring of laughter
Don't go gently into the night
Rage against the dying of the light

"Shhh" (1992)




Shhh lyrics - Chumbawamba

[Chorus]
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
L A U G H I N G laughing
L A U G H I N G laughing
Just when you figured it out someone lets you down
Who'll make all the wrong decisions when the judge is up for trial?
No-one has the cure for all our daily hurts
Least of all this rock and roll, it's wannabee Christs all dead and dying
Truth, get stomach and wings!
Mama Cass carrion crow!
Pecking at the tongue of a still-warm body
Shut your mouth or laugh out loud
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
[Repeat chorus]
We haven't said a word
We haven't said a word
For a few brief words and a few short lines I was taken to the coliseum, fed to the lions. And lions aren't the type you can really love enough, but you can turn 'em into rugs! Ow mate, can you spare some change? Too much. Are you down on your fashion, or down on your luck? Sometimes questions never get dropped. Hey Mick, are you dancing? I never stopped!
[Repeat chorus]
Does anybody remember laughter?

Nothing That's New lyrics - Chumbawamba

Same seven notes and some slag poet's quotes
Stick them together with glue
You can mix a fine cocktail from memories
And pretend what you're drinking is new
But there's nothing that's new under heaven
[Chorus]
There's nothing that hasn't been done
Pour me another double cliche
You can't write a song that's never been sung
Everyone's stealing from someone
Burglars get burgled as well
There's nothing that's new under heaven
There's nothing unique over hell
There's nothing that's new under heaven
[Repeat chorus]
You can't write a song that's never been sung
You can't write a song that's never been sung

Behave! lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Snip Snip Snip lyrics - Chumbawamba

Well madam how'd you like it, maybe plenty off the back? I heard the coiners took the scissor to the Union Jack, with a snipper and a clipper and a bloody close shave making fivers, tenners, twenties, change. What's your size? What's the hours? No, you don't need the hassle--take the new short cut to the old clippy castle with the ramblers and the scramblers and the loiners and the tykes and the punks and the hippies living over by the pike.

Pick a coin, any coin, and with a snip snip snip you turn a portuguese guinea to a threepenny bit; and every last watermark just curled up and died and now the king and the queen got a bit on the side. Don't be bloody silly keep away from bloody Billy cause he's shopping all the chopping going down along the valley, and supergrassing catches like a plague, to be sure, but it's nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure.

Please to put a penny in the young man's hat, then roll 'em over, roll 'em over, lay 'em out flat! Just deliver us kicking from our pokes and sacks to the hills of Hebden, hell and Halifax, and the next bugger blabs is the next bugger dies, got a flame for your pants and a poker for your eyes where every hot guinea is another hot dinner, with the reverends and the sinners and the weavers and the spinners.

Look! No Strings! lyrics - Chumbawamba

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]

Happiness Is Just A Chant Away lyrics - Chumbawamba

I'm having a wonderful time drunk on communion wine
One sin over the seven
Sick all over the stairway to heaven
Bullshit, bullshit, priests without a pulpit
Shake shake shake your blessed bells
Ding dong, heaven calling, buzz buzz buzz, haircut sir
You put your whole self in, your whole self out
In out in out, shake it all about
With a pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs
You're great I'm great everybody's great
Everybody's great
[Repeat]
Happiness is just a chant away
[Repeat]
Georgie got a needle and Georgie got a hit
Georgie got religion and a saviour on a stick
There're a thousand Georgies all posing in a field
Which are false and which are real?
You put your whole self in, your whole self out
In out, in out, what's it all about?
Pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs
You're great I'm great everybody's great
Everybody's great
[Repeat]
Happiness is just a chant away
[Repeat]
I'm having a wonderful time drunk on communion wine
One sin over the seven
Sick all over the stairway to heaven
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
[Repeat]
Everybody got a good deal
Everybody got a guru
Everybody got a love bomb
Everybody got a hit song
[Repeat]

Pop Star Kidnap lyrics - Chumbawamba

A phonebox rendezvous, don't whisper a word
Half a million by Monday
Or Roger Waters gets it
My little baby, they cut off his ear
Half a million by Tuesday, then
Don't whisper a word
Shhh

Sometimes Plunder lyrics - Chumbawamba

Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock
She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot
The fridge was bare, the dog was bones
Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls
Mary, Mary, she went up the wall
And she kissed bye bye to the holiest Joe
Played the wild rover and climbed on board
Says, 'It's all that the lady of the manor can afford'

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

Meet Miss Morrissey, fingers light
She lifted up his hat and he wept all night
She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines
The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine
Candid camera on every bloody wall
All the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em all
Fill those pockets and lift that grail
Lead me into temptation, girls

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

Everything I do, I do it for you
Everything I do is driven by you
Driven by you? You don't have a clue
I make your songs better and you always try to sue!
Money, money, money
It's gone to your head
I sample too much and you say 'the music's dead'
Dead?
Huh! You're the one that's dead
Lots of money spent on someone with a hollow head
New Kids, Minogue
All those sort of rogues
Making lots of money for those scheming little toads
Then you come to us and say we made the music worse
Look at the Beatles and Stones
Who made their music first?

All the threes and all the queen bees
Singing 'does the driver wanna wee wee?'
Wicked ladies, malicious intent
Your honor, I was only trying to pick it up for lent
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
'Cause we want to wee wee too!

Why waste change, why change the habit
If the girl's got to have it, then the girl's got to have it
Easiest pickings
Wall to wall
In England's piped ceramic malls
By the dickens and the Devil's daughter
Bingo, full house everyone's a winner
The lady works in mysterious ways
All because the lady loves Christmas every day

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
(You can make a living
Sometimes plundering)
[Repeat]

(Too late)
[Repeat]

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs

"Jesus H. Christ" (1992)




You Can't Trust Anyone Nowadays lyrics - Chumbawamba

You can't trust anyone nowadays
[Repeat]
Brown shirts don't make it
[Repeat]
I'm not so brave and I'm not too crazy
And I'd rather be a coward than pushing up daisies
Never rocked the boat, never tipped the scales
Never got off the fence, never had that much to say
So when I get a leather glove across my face
I say 'yes sir, no sir, whatever you say sir'
And when the Nazis stop me
Shouting 'get out your pass book'
I say 'yes sir, yes sir'
I don't trust to luck
Who'd Adam and Eve it
They're rationing clothes
And where they find a molehill a mountain grows
So please, no pictures 'cause the snap you took
They'll take it as a sign
Jesus H Christ--just my luck
You can't trust anyone nowadays
You can't trust anyone nowadays
I'd stay at home and sit it out
But in a dirty world you need a launderette
Two short minutes
I look the other way
Some bastard robbed me blind
You can't trust anyone nowadays

Alright Now lyrics - Chumbawamba

(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)

Beginning to wonder (Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
Beginning to wonder (Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)

Back in 1975 between Hell and home and a life of crime
On Valium and something strong been chewing the fat with young beyond
Two or three don attitude with a ready-made catch and a big bashnude
What is this one? What's he got? Just do it, don't take one more shot
Just do it!

(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)

Beginning to wonder (Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
Beginning to wonder (Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)
(Sometimes nuts are tough to crack)

Woman born before her time, she loved alone in the pale moonshine
Fingered Hollywood up your sun, fought two cops, knocked out one
While some girls will and some girls won't, Frances never swallowed soap
If a bad man laughed she spat it back, sometimes nuts are tough to crack

Excerpts from "The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner" (1962):
"Colin Smith, 993, sir."
"Good. Come in, Smith. Sit down. Cigarette?
"No, thanks."
"Well, you're a new boy here, aren't you, Smith?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. Well, so am I. Two new boys together, in a manner of speaking. Well, perhaps we can help one another."
"How, sir?"
"Well, you can help me by telling me all about yourself. Now, for instance, how'd you come to be here?"
"What's that tape recorder on for, sir?"
"Don't let it worry you."
"No, I won't."
"Anything you say is strictly confidential. It won't go beyond these four walls. Okay? So, how'd you come to be here?"
"Well, I got sent, didn't I?"
"Yes, I know you got sent, but why?"
"I got caught. Didn't run fast enough. "
"Well, now, when you broke into this, what was it?"
"Bakery."
"Bakery, yeah. What were you thinking about at the time?"
"I wasn't thinking about anything, I was too busy breaking in."
"Yes, but... Well, just describe the action to me in your own words. Put me in the picture."
"Got over the wall of this baker's yard, broke into his office."
"I think you can do a bit better than this, Smith. Surely your nerves were on edge, weren't they? You felt afraid."
"Well, if I felt afraid, I mean, I wouldn't have broken in, would I?"
"Yeah, all right, fair enough. Look, I want you to help me. I'm going to say a word and I want you to reply with any word that comes into your head, okay?
Like, if I say to you, 'Food,' what do you think of?"
"I'm sorry, I don't get the idea at all."
"Well, would you like to do it to me? Say a word to me."
"Tape recorder."
"Tape recorder. Desk. I don't know why I said desk, it just happened. Now, I'll say one to you. Water."
"Football."
"Football. Sky."
"Snow."
"Snow, indeed. Girl."
"Look...I mean, what are you trying to do to me? I don't understand."
"Now, come on, Smith, please, I'm trying to help you, help me. Girl.
"Boy."
"Boy. Have you got a girlfriend, Smith?
"What's she got to do with you?"
"Oh, right, right. Gun."
"Horses."
"Knife."
"Smoke."
"Car."
"Compass."
"Father."
"Dead."

(That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)
Beginning to wonder (That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)
Beginning to wonder (That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)
Beginning to wonder (That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)
Beginning to wonder (That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)
Beginning to wonder (That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)
Beginning to wonder (That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)
Beginning to wonder (That's the way I like it)
(That's the way I like it)

Nick the lad, he nicked his coat; happy hour - just finished it
While show lap seven I towed in line; that's one little fish he left high and dry
He's an airlift plane on a bombing raid and his come-to wife will smile away
Looks like, doctor, no danger, Nick gets hard to crack it, don't ya?

Don't Fence Me In lyrics - Chumbawamba

Give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in

Let me be by myself in the easy breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Set me up forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle underneath the Western sky
On my cayoose let me wander over yonder 'til I see the mountain tribes

I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
I'll kick at the moon until I lose my senses
I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in
No, papa, don't you fence me in

[Excerpts from "The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner" (1962):]
"Well, I think that'll be all for now. Thank you."
"You mean I can go now, sir?"
"Yes."
"All right, thank you very much, sir."

Money Money Money lyrics - Chumbawamba

Well, madam, how'd you like it, maybe plenty off the back?
I heard the coiners took the scissors to the Union Jack,
With a snipper and a clipper and a bloody close shave
Making fivers, tenners, twenties, change.
What's your size? What's the hours? No, you don't need the hassle
Take the new short cut to the old clippy castle
With the ramblers and the scramblers and the loiners and the tykes
And the punks and the hippies living over by the pike.

[CHORUS:]
Money, money, money
Must be funny in a rich man's world

Pick a coin, any coin, and with a snip snip snip
You turn a Portuguese Guinea to a threepenny bit;
And every last watermark just curled up and died
And now the king and the queen got a bit on the side.
Don't be bloody silly keep away from bloody Billy
'Cause he's shopping all the chopping going down along the valley,
And supergrassing catches like a plague, to be sure,
But it's nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure.

[CHORUS]
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Pleased to put a penny in the young man's hat,
Then roll 'em over, roll 'em over, lay 'em out flat!
Just deliver us kicking from our pokes and sacks
To the hills of Hebden, hell and Halifax,
And the next bugger blabs is the next bugger dies,
Got a flame for your pants and a poker for your eyes
Where every hot guinea is another hot dinner,
With the weavers and the spinners and the reverends and the sinners.

[CHORUS]

I want money
I want money
Give me money
That's what I want

I want money
I want money
Give me money
That's what I want

I want money (A phonebox rendezvous)
I want money (Don't whisper a word)
Give me money
That's what I want

I want money (Half a million by Monday)
I want money (Or Roger Waters gets it)
Give me money
That's what I want

I want money (My little baby)
I want money (They cut off his ear)
Give me money
That's what I want

I want money (Half a million by Tuesday, then)
I want money (Don't whisper a word)
Give me money
That's what I want

I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want)
I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want)
Give me money (Money for God's sake)
That's what I want (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want)

I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want)
I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want)
Give me money (Money for God's sake)
That's what I want (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want)

I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want)
I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want)
Give me money (Money for God's sake)
That's what I want (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want)

I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want) (Who wants to be a millionaire? I do)
I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want) (Who wants to be a millionaire? I do)
Give me money (Money for God's sake) (Who wants to be a millionaire, I do?)
That's what I want (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want) (Who wants to be a millionaire? I do)

I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want) (Who wants to be a millionaire? I do)
I want money (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want) (Who wants to be a millionaire? I do)
Give me money (Money for God's sake) (Who wants to be a millionaire? I do)
That's what I want (Money for God's sake) (That's what I want) (Who wants to be a millionaire, I do)

And supergrassing catches like a plague, to be sure,
But it's nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure.
And supergrassing catches like a plague, to be sure,
But it's nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure.

Solid Gold Easy Action lyrics - Chumbawamba

Two little ducks sank with a knock, knock, knock
She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot
The fridge was bare, the dog was bones
Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls
Mary, Mary, she went up the wall
And she kissed bye-bye to the holiest Joe
Played the wild rover and climbed on board
Says, 'It's all that the lady of the manor can afford'

[CHORUS:]
I can't get no satisfaction, all I want is easy action
I can't get no satisfaction, all I want is easy action

Meet Miss Morrissey, fingers light
She lifted up his hat and he wept all night
She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines
The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine
Candid camera on every bloody wall
All the cameras under Heaven couldn't catch 'em all
Fill those pockets and lift that grail
Lead me into temptation, girls

[CHORUS]

All the threes and all the queen bees
Singing 'does the driver wanna wee wee?'
Wicked ladies, malicious intent
Your honor, I was only trying to pick it up for lent.
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
'Cause we want to wee wee too!

Why waste change, why change the habit
If the girl's got to have it then the girl's got to have it
Easiest pickings, wall to wall,
In England's piped ceramic malls
By the dickens and the devil's daughter
Bingo full house everyone's a winner
The lady works in mysterious ways
All because the lady loves Christmas every day

[CHORUS 2x]

Too late, too late, too late, too late
Too late, too late, too late, too late
Too late, too late, too late, too late
Too late, too late, too late, too...

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs

Silly Love Songs lyrics - Chumbawamba

Hey diddle diddle, here's a brand new riddle
What's shallow and cheap with a hole in the middle?

[CHORUS:]
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies (Behave!)
All I want is the truth; just give me some truth (Behave!)
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies (Behave!)
All I want is the truth; just give me some truth (Behave!)

Cue sound, cue lights, be a tiger, tell me lies
Give me sugar and spice and everything nice
It's a jack-of-noise going, no filth, no fury
Just a three-minute fruit for the juke box jury
'Cause when you sing about love it's always "heavens above!"
But you pretend you don't know about the push and shove
You sing your catchy little hook by the way that you look
Never they way that you soot, never the way that you fuck

[CHORUS]

Give 'em a close up on your tits, give 'em a quick one off the wrist
Mind your words and make it seem like you've never been kissed
Def kill on a disk, sex without the risk;
Tell it if you must only tell it like it is
All the joy, all the lust, the touching and trust
And winking and biting and rhythm and trust
Or the hurt, the desperation, the pain, frustration
When you just can't get no satisfaction

[CHORUS 2x]
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs

"I wouldn't forget that!"
"Well, I've had better!"

Get Off My Cloud lyrics - Chumbawumba

[CHORUS:]
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

[PRE-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

[CHORUS]

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

[PRE-CHORUS]

[CHORUS 2x]

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
Could well be the original; kiss it as you pass

[PRE-CHORUS]

[CHORUS 2x]

[CHORUS & PRE-CHORUS 4x]

Don't hang around 'cause two is a crowd
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two is a crowd
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two is a crowd

Susej em kcuf ho
Susej em kcuf ho
Susej em kcuf ho
Susej em kcuf ho
Susej em kcuf ho
Susej em kcuf ho
Susej em kcuf ho
Susej em kcuf ho
Susej em kcuf ho
Susej em...

Stairway To Heaven lyrics - Chumbawamba

I'm having a wonderful time
Drunk on communion wine
One sin over the seven
Sick all over the stairway to heaven

Bullshit, bullshit, priests without a pulpit
Shake, shake, shake your blessed bells
Ding dong, Heaven calling, buzz, buzz, buzz, haircut, sir
You put your whole self in, your whole self out
In out, in out, shake it all about
With a pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs
You're great, I'm great, everybody's great

[PRE-CHORUS:]
Everybody's great
E-e-e-verybody's great
Everybody's great
E-e-e-verybody's great
Everybody's great
E-e-e-verybody's great
Everybody's great
E-e-e-verybody's great

[CHORUS:]
(Everybody's great, e-e-e-verybody's great) Everybody's happy nowadays
(Everybody's great, e-e-e-verybody's great)
(Everybody's great, e-e-e-verybody's great) Everybody's happy nowadays
(Everybody's great, e-e-e-verybody's great)
(Everybody's great, e-e-e-verybody's great) Everybody's happy nowadays
(Everybody's great, e-e-e-verybody's great)
(Everybody's great, e-e-e-verybody's great) Everybody's happy nowadays
(Everybody's great, e-e-e-verybody's great)

Georgie got a needle and Georgie got a hit
Georgie got religion and a saviour on a stick
There're a thousand Georgies all posing in a field
Which are false and which are real?
You put your whole self in, your whole self out
In out, in out, what's it all about?
Pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs
You're great, I'm great, everybody's great

[PRE-CHORUS]

[CHORUS]

I'm having a wonderful time
Drunk on communion wine
One sin over the seven
Sick all over the stairway to heaven

Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry

Harry Roberts (Everybody got a good deal)
Harry Roberts (Everybody got a guru)
Roberts, Roberts (Everybody got a love bomb)
Harry, Harry (Everybody got a hit song)

Harry Roberts (Everybody got a good deal)
Harry Roberts (Everybody got a guru)
Roberts, Roberts (Everybody got a love bomb)
Harry, Harry (Everybody got a hit song)

Harry Roberts (Everybody got a good deal)
Harry Roberts (Everybody got a guru)
Roberts, Roberts (Everybody got a love bomb)
Harry, Harry (Everybody got a hit song)

Harry Roberts (Everybody got a good deal)
Harry Roberts (Everybody got a guru)
Roberts, Roberts (Everybody got a love bomb)
Harry, Harry (Everybody got a hit song)

Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry, Harry

Big Mouth Strikes Again lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

I Should Be So Lucky lyrics - Chumbawamba

Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it

With a little bit of luck (I bet, I bet)
With a little bit of luck (I bet, I bet)
With a little bit of luck (I bet, I bet)
With a little bit of luck (I bet you're wondering how I knew)

I'm not so brave and I'm not too crazy
And I'd rather be a coward than pushing up daisies
Never rocked the boat, never tipped the scales
Never got off the fence, never had that much to say
So when I get a leather glove across my face
I say 'yes sir, no sir, whatever you say, sir'
And when the Nazis stop me shouting 'get out your pass book'
I say 'yes sir, yes sir' I don't trust to luck
Who'd Adam and Eve it? They're rationing clothes
And where they find a molehill a mountain grows
So please, no pictures 'cause the snap you took
They'll take it as a sign, Jesus H Christ, just my luck

Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it

I'd stay at home and sit it out
But in a dirty world you need a launderette
Two short minutes
I look the other way
Some bastard robbed me blind
You can't trust anyone nowadays

I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky

I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky

I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky...

Stitch That! lyrics - Chumbawamba

So this husband came home drunk each night
And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white
He thrashed her to within an inch of her life
Then he slept like a log, did her husband
But as he lay and snored in bed
A strange idea came into her head
So she went for the needle and she went for the thread
And straight to her sleeping husband
She started to stitch with a girlish thrill
With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and tucked with an iron will
All around her sleeping husband
When her husband awoke with a pain in his head
He found he could not move in bed
'Sweet Christ I've lost the use of me legs!'
But the wife just smiled at her husband
Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With a frying pan and a colander, too
With a rolling pin just a stroke or two
A battered and bleeding husband
Isn't it true what small can do
With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through
Goodbye to a drunken husband
Kick out the jams, motherfucker!
Shhh

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