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
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's in a drawer kept closed
Nobody wonders because nobody knows
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
And they sent him to the wars to be slain, to be slain
And they sent him to the wars to be slain
And they sent him to the wars to be slain, to be slain
And they sent him to the wars to be slain
On this Jacob's ladder
The only way up is down
Three days in the water
Watching all the secrets drown
On this Jacob's ladder
The only way up is down
Three days in the water
Watching all the secrets drown
Jacob's ladder
Sooner or later
We'll dig up the body and try your cadaver
Sooner or later
We'll dig up the body and try your cadaver
Sooner or later
Jacob's ladder
All In Vain lyrics - Chumbawamba
I wish
I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
I wish
I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
I wish
I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
Different colours, 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
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
I wish
I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
All the gravestone elegies
I-never-met-you memories
And every TV 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 (colour blind as tse-tse flies)
I wish (sucking all our difference dry)
I wish (and as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
I wish (and as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
All in vain
I wish (and as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
All in vain
I wish (and as we sleep they multiply)
Multiply
I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
I wish
I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
I wish
I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
Different colours, 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
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
I wish
I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
All the gravestone elegies
I-never-met-you memories
And every TV 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 (colour blind as tse-tse flies)
I wish (sucking all our difference dry)
I wish (and as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
I wish (and as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
All in vain
I wish (and as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
All in vain
I wish (and as we sleep they multiply)
Multiply
Home With Me lyrics - Chumbawamba
(Your world, my world)
(Your world, my world)
San Christobal on New Year's Day (your world, my world)
Sunny beach, L.A. (your world, my world)
Blue and coral Kirkstall skies (your world, my world)
Timorese sunrise (your world, my world)
Fairfield Horseshoe in the snow (your world, my world)
Clashing worlds in Tokyo (your world, my world)
All the bars in County Cork (your world, my world)
Heavy rain, New York (your world, my world)
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)
Barcelona cobbled streets (your world, my world)
Paris, 1968 (your world, my world)
Words along the Berlin wall (your world, my world)
When it's just about to fall (your world, my world)
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)
(Your world, my world)
(Your world, my world)
Gracelands, Memphis, Tennessee (your world, my world)
Killing time, Napoli (your world, my world)
Autumn Warsaw, grey and green (your world, my world)
Kronstadt 1917 (your world, my world)
I sailed the seven seas
Carved my love on trees
I brought the whole world home with me
Home with me
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)
San Christobal on New Year's Day (your world, my world)
Sunny beach, L.A. (your world, my world)
Blue and coral Kirkstall skies (your world, my world)
Timorese sunrise (your world, my world)
Fairfield Horseshoe in the snow (your world, my world)
Clashing worlds in Tokyo (your world, my world)
All the bars in County Cork (your world, my world)
Heavy rain, New York (your world, my world)
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)
Barcelona cobbled streets (your world, my world)
Paris, 1968 (your world, my world)
Words along the Berlin wall (your world, my world)
When it's just about to fall (your world, my world)
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)
(Your world, my world)
(Your world, my world)
Gracelands, Memphis, Tennessee (your world, my world)
Killing time, Napoli (your world, my world)
Autumn Warsaw, grey and green (your world, my world)
Kronstadt 1917 (your world, my world)
I sailed the seven seas
Carved my love on trees
I brought the whole world home with me
Home with me
I sailed the seven seas
Carved my love on trees
I brought the whole world home with me
Home with me
If It Is To Be, It Is Up To Me lyrics - Chumbawamba
If it is to be, it is up to me [repeats]
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
If it is to be, it is up to me [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
If it is to be, it is up to me [repeats]
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
If it is to be, it is up to me [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
If it is to be, it is up to me [repeats]
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
If it is to be, it is up to me [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
If it is to be, it is up to me [repeats]
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
If it is to be, it is up to me [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
If it is to be, it is up to me [repeats]
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
Don't Try This At Home lyrics - Chumbawamba
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, the hum 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 metaphor
We fall asleep 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 [repeats to end]
Don't try this at home [repeats to end]
Try this at home [repeats to end]
So we're coming to the last dance
I've got another request
With your best foot forward
We'll lay this ghost to rest
So we're coming to the last dance
I've got another request
With your best foot forward
We'll lay this ghost to rest
So we're coming to the last dance
I've got another request
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, the hum 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 metaphor
We fall asleep 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 [repeats to end]
Don't try this at home [repeats to end]
Try this at home [repeats to end]
So we're coming to the last dance
I've got another request
With your best foot forward
We'll lay this ghost to rest
So we're coming to the last dance
I've got another request
With your best foot forward
We'll lay this ghost to rest
So we're coming to the last dance
I've got another request
Song For Len Shackleton lyrics - Chumbawamba
I'm not the kind of man
Who'd live a quieter life
Just for a minute's silence
One, two, three, four
Some say it all without a word
Silence can be mightier than the sword
They took the two three five
They turned it upside down
Why run away to the circus
When the world is full of clowns?
"Life has got everything to offer
It's just there for the getting
There, just for the getting"
Who'd live a quieter life
Just for a minute's silence
One, two, three, four
Some say it all without a word
Silence can be mightier than the sword
They took the two three five
They turned it upside down
Why run away to the circus
When the world is full of clowns?
"Life has got everything to offer
It's just there for the getting
There, just for the getting"
Without Reason Or Rhyme (The Killing Of Harry Stanley) lyrics - Chumbawamba
I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain
It is a great thing that we have an unarmed police force in this country.
It is perhaps an even greater thing that a force that is unarmed is able to shoot so many people.
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
Why you sing
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
Why you sing
Without reason or rhyme
Of course there's an explanation
Why you sing without reason or rhyme
Why you sing
Without reason or rhyme
Without reason or rhyme
It is a great thing that we have an unarmed police force in this country.
It is perhaps an even greater thing that a force that is unarmed is able to shoot so many people.
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
Why you sing
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
Why you sing
Without reason or rhyme
Of course there's an explanation
Why you sing without reason or rhyme
Why you sing
Without reason or rhyme
Without reason or rhyme
Don't Pass Go lyrics - Chumbawamba
Didn't he know it was a waste of time
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Didn't he know it was a waste of time
All stitched up by a thin blue line
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
There ain't no justice, just us
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
Don't pass go
Didn't he know it was a waste of time
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Don't pass go
Didn't he know it was a waste of time
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Don't pass go
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Didn't he know it was a waste of time
All stitched up by a thin blue line
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
There ain't no justice, just us
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
Don't pass go
Didn't he know it was a waste of time
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Don't pass go
Didn't he know it was a waste of time
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Don't pass go
One Way Or The Other lyrics - Chumbawamba
Peace won't come
Peace won't come
Peace won't come by words alone
There's a world in front of you
You've only got a certain space to go
I go to me factory and come back
That's supposed to be my bit of seeing the world
The whole world in front of you
The whole world to see and 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
One way or the other
Peace won't come by words alone
Peace won't come by words alone
Peace won't come
Peace won't come by words alone
There's a world in front of you
You've only got a certain space to go
I go to me factory and come back
That's supposed to be my bit of seeing the world
The whole world in front of you
The whole world to see and 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
One way or the other
Peace won't come by words alone
Peace won't come by words alone
When I'm Bad lyrics - Chumbawamba
They try in vain our minds to chain
They try in vain our minds to chain
I'm up in the stars
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
They try in vain our minds to chain
They try in vain our minds to chain
Me and all my friends are comming 'round to your house
And were not going to go until we get thrown out
Me and all my friends are comming 'round to your house
And were not going to go until we get thrown out
Me and all my friends are comming 'round to your house
And were not going to go until we get thrown out
Me and all my friends are comming 'round to your house
And were not going to go until we get thrown out
Oh barman, fill this glass again
They try in vain our minds to chain
Oh barman, fill this glass again
They try in vain our minds to chain
Oh barman, fill this glass again
They try in vain our minds to chain
They try in vain our minds to chain
I'm up in the stars
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
They try in vain our minds to chain
They try in vain our minds to chain
Me and all my friends are comming 'round to your house
And were not going to go until we get thrown out
Me and all my friends are comming 'round to your house
And were not going to go until we get thrown out
Me and all my friends are comming 'round to your house
And were not going to go until we get thrown out
Me and all my friends are comming 'round to your house
And were not going to go until we get thrown out
Oh barman, fill this glass again
They try in vain our minds to chain
Oh barman, fill this glass again
They try in vain our minds to chain
Oh barman, fill this glass again
They try in vain our minds to chain
Sewing Up Crap lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
After Shelley lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
"WYSIWYG" (2000)
- I'm With Stupid lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Shake Baby Shake lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Pass It Along lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Hey Hey We're The Junkies lyrics - Chumbawamba
- The Health & Happiness Show lyrics - Chumbawamba
- I'm Coming Out lyrics - Chumbawamba
- I'm In Trouble Again lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Social Dogma lyrics - Chumbawamba
- WWW Dot lyrics - Chumbawamba
- New York Mining Disaster 1941 lyrics - Chumbawamba
- I'm Not Sorry, I Was Having Fun lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Jesus In Vegas lyrics - Chumbawamba
- The Standing Still lyrics - Chumbawamba
- She's Got All The Friends lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Ladies For Compassionate Lynching lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Celebration, Florida lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Moses With A Gun lyrics - Chumbawamba
- The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Jerry Springer lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Smart Bomb lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Knickers lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Lie Lie Lie Lie lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Dumbing Down lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Just A Form Of Music lyrics - Chumbawamaba
- Lest We Forget lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Passenger List For Doomed Flight # 1721 - Chumbawamba
I'm With Stupid lyrics - Chumbawamba
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]
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]
Shake Baby Shake lyrics - Chumbawamba
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..."
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..."
Pass It Along lyrics - Chumbawamba
Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people
Add your name, don't break the cycle
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Because a virtual office in a virtual home
Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
[repeats]
Pass it along, pass it along
So here's your final resting place
Your heaven is protected by security gates
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Because a happy future is a thing of the past
And there's always another repeat (repeat)
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
[repeats]
Brave new world population one
Just pass it along
[repeats]
Send this song to twenty people
Add your name, don't break the cycle
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Because a virtual office in a virtual home
Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
[repeats]
Pass it along, pass it along
So here's your final resting place
Your heaven is protected by security gates
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Because a happy future is a thing of the past
And there's always another repeat (repeat)
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
[repeats]
Brave new world population one
Just pass it along
[repeats]
Hey Hey We're The Junkies lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
The Health & Happiness Show lyrics - Chumbawamba
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...
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...
I'm Coming Out lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
I'm In Trouble Again lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
Social Dogma lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
WWW Dot lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
New York Mining Disaster 1941 lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
I'm Not Sorry, I Was Having Fun lyrics - Chumbawamba
By the time I got to Woodstock
It was going up in flames
In June under a silvery moon
Why do all your songs turn out the same?
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry
I was having fun
I'm not sorry
I got that old time religion
Where we still don't cross the picket lines
You got Rush Limbaugh on your side
But I got Ricky Tomlinson on mine
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry
I was having fun
I'm not sorry
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry
I was having fun
I'm not sorry
"Now since this, uh, single was a great hit all over the world you must have earned a lot of money and we were wondering how being an anarchist and, um, being a rich man get along together?"
It was going up in flames
In June under a silvery moon
Why do all your songs turn out the same?
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry
I was having fun
I'm not sorry
I got that old time religion
Where we still don't cross the picket lines
You got Rush Limbaugh on your side
But I got Ricky Tomlinson on mine
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry
I was having fun
I'm not sorry
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry
I was having fun
I'm not sorry
"Now since this, uh, single was a great hit all over the world you must have earned a lot of money and we were wondering how being an anarchist and, um, being a rich man get along together?"
Jesus In Vegas lyrics - Chumbawamba
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 little 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]
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 little 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]
The Standing Still lyrics - Chumbawamba
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...
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...
She's Got All The Friends lyrics - Chumbawamba
Turn down the lights
Kick off your shoes
And relax with that special someone
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
The family money has a magnetic pull
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her social diary is always full
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Style has a price without much change
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you have to ask then it's out of your range
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah...
Versace and Prada mean nothing to me, to me...
Well, you can buy your friends, but I'll hate you for free
Hate you for free...
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
You see, it's magic, and it shouldn't work
I still look at it most surprised it does
Hmmm, ahem, pass it along...
Pass it along, pass it along...
Pass it along...
What's the matter? You make too much money buddy?
Kick off your shoes
And relax with that special someone
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
The family money has a magnetic pull
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her social diary is always full
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Style has a price without much change
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you have to ask then it's out of your range
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah...
Versace and Prada mean nothing to me, to me...
Well, you can buy your friends, but I'll hate you for free
Hate you for free...
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
You see, it's magic, and it shouldn't work
I still look at it most surprised it does
Hmmm, ahem, pass it along...
Pass it along, pass it along...
Pass it along...
What's the matter? You make too much money buddy?
Ladies For Compassionate Lynching lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
Celebration, Florida lyrics - Chumbawamba
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.
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.
Moses With A Gun lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
Walks in whistling Casey Jones
Moses with a gun
Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son
Round and round and ad infinitum
The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Jerry Springer lyrics - Chumbawamba
Damen Hurst said it came in with the tide
Now Jerry Springer, he's in formaldehyde
Now Jerry Springer, he's in formaldehyde
Smart Bomb lyrics - Chumbawamba
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?
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?
Knickers lyrics - Chumbawamba
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!
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!
Lie Lie Lie Lie lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
Dumbing Down lyrics - Chumbawamba
Are you happy here
In Themepark, U.S.A.?
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-dee-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down
Dumb-dee-dumb-dumb
Dumb-diddy-dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb [x7]
Are we only eating words from a can
Just because we can?
And is Disneyworld
All we understand?
Will our history
Be written out in headlines?
And hand-me-downs, and miracles
And land mines...
We're dumbing down
Dumb-dee-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down
Dumb-dee-dumb-dumb
In Themepark, U.S.A.?
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-dee-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down
Dumb-dee-dumb-dumb
Dumb-diddy-dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb [x7]
Are we only eating words from a can
Just because we can?
And is Disneyworld
All we understand?
Will our history
Be written out in headlines?
And hand-me-downs, and miracles
And land mines...
We're dumbing down
Dumb-dee-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down
Dumb-dee-dumb-dumb
Just A Form Of Music lyrics - Chumbawamaba
It is a real pleasure to be here with you this afternoon. I always count it a priviledge whenever I have the opportunity to stand before a group of students in an assembly such as this. You know, most of you are at the point in life when you're making the decisions that are going to determine your philosophy and your attitude toward life. It was in the early teenage years that unfortunately I made some wrong decisions. I made the decision to turn my back on everything that my church and my parents had tried to teach me. My idea was, I'm going to live life like I want to live it and I don't care what anybody else thinks or anybody else says. But it wasn't until I was nineteen that one evening in a small church I came to the conclusion that if I was really going to get what I wanted out of life I'd have to change that kind of an attitude. Today I am not here to prove any one or any thing right or wrong, but I want to talk to you about some ideas and attitudes that have been communicated through the means of music. And I hope that together we can stop and think about some serious issues that face you as the youth of America. It's possible I could walk out on this stage today and deliver a speech mocking the flag or ridiculing some of the leaders of our government and I suppose there are some of you who might not say a word. Perhaps I could stand here and curse God or use profanity without upsetting some of you, or maybe I could take my draft card out of my pocket, stand here and defiantly tear it up in pieces, and I suppose there'd be some of you who wouldn't say a thing. But there's one thing of which I am reasonably certain--if I were to walk out here today and just dare to say one word against The Beatles, Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Steppenwolf, Iron Butterfly, Led Zeppelin, The Raiders, or The doors, some of you would want to come up here and tear me limb from limb. The question I'd like to ask is this--I wonder would that really be right, or perhaps would it illustrate that this thing called Rock and Roll is more than just a form of music?
Lest We Forget lyrics - Chumbawamba
It's such an easy step
From lets forget to lest we forget
We haven't learned this yet
From Cold Harbor lane to Oklahoma and back again
The problems stay the same
It's such an easy step
From lets forget to lest we forget
We haven't learned this yet
We haven't learned this yet
From lets forget to lest we forget
We haven't learned this yet
From Cold Harbor lane to Oklahoma and back again
The problems stay the same
It's such an easy step
From lets forget to lest we forget
We haven't learned this yet
We haven't learned this yet
Passenger List For Doomed Flight # 1721
Attention please, this is the final call for flight one seven two one
Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Jack Straw, bye bye, all bye bye
Billy Graham, Gerhard Schroeder, Tony Blair, bye bye, all bye bye
Boris Yeltsin, Mick Hucknall, Tipper Gore, bye bye, all bye bye
Ian Paisley, Pauline Hanson, Courtney Love, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Garry Bushell, Paul Condon, Ally McBeal, bye bye, all bye bye
Jean-Marie Le Pen, Janet Reno, Bill Clinton, bye bye, all bye bye
Judge Sabo, Bono, Howard Stern, bye bye, all bye bye
General Pinochet, Nicky Wire, Rupert Murdoch, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Jack Straw, bye bye, all bye bye
Billy Graham, Gerhard Schroeder, Tony Blair, bye bye, all bye bye
Boris Yeltsin, Mick Hucknall, Tipper Gore, bye bye, all bye bye
Ian Paisley, Pauline Hanson, Courtney Love, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Garry Bushell, Paul Condon, Ally McBeal, bye bye, all bye bye
Jean-Marie Le Pen, Janet Reno, Bill Clinton, bye bye, all bye bye
Judge Sabo, Bono, Howard Stern, bye bye, all bye bye
General Pinochet, Nicky Wire, Rupert Murdoch, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
compilation: "Uneasy Listening" (1998)
- ...And In A Nutshell lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Mouthful Of Shit lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Behave! lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Timebomb (Jimmy Echo Vocal) lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Morality Play In Three Acts lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Enough Is Enough lyrics - Chumbawamba
- On Being Pushed lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Ugh! Your Ugly Houses! lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Look! No Strings! lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Big Mouth Strikes Again lyrics - Chumbawamba
- This Girl lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Smash Clause 29! lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Georgina lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Waiting, Shouting lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Song Of The Mother In Debt lyrics - Chumbawamba
- On The Day The Nazi Died lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Give The Anarchist A Cigarette lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Nothing Knocks Me Over lyrics - Chumbawamba
- We Don't Go To God's House Anymore lyrics - Chumbawamba
...And In A Nutshell lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
Morality Play In Three Acts lyrics - Chumbawamba
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.
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.
Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
Smash Clause 29! lyrics - Chumbawamba
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.
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.
Song Of The Mother In Debt lyrics - Chumbawamba
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?
I knock on doors
See curtains move
Time wins wars each name is proof
I could tell tales
The tricks they use
Cut no ice, I take what's due
There are worse tasks
Than door to door
I take pride in taking more
I watch my back
Dark alleyways
When doubt calls I bank my wage
No easy choice:
The devil's boat or cruel sea?
I took the boat
When I knock knock at Peter's gate
Will he ask if I can pay?
Test the water feel the ground
Send the tax collectors round
Fill the coffers pound by pound
A surer way to keep in line
The rabble who spend half their time
Wishing they could have what's mine
Stamping on the people's hands
This is where I'll make my stand
This is how I'll rule this land
I'll push and push a little more
I'll push and goad and tease the poor
A good excuse to fight my war
The war between have-nots and haves
My little game of smash and grab
Turn the screw increase the tax
Friend or foe, who goes there?
Turns his coat and takes the rear
Sings the Red Flag once a year.
I've got this dream home
I'm queuing up for
In freshly dug brown earth
One thing I can swear
Before I get there
I'll kill the taxman first
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?
I knock on doors
See curtains move
Time wins wars each name is proof
I could tell tales
The tricks they use
Cut no ice, I take what's due
There are worse tasks
Than door to door
I take pride in taking more
I watch my back
Dark alleyways
When doubt calls I bank my wage
No easy choice:
The devil's boat or cruel sea?
I took the boat
When I knock knock at Peter's gate
Will he ask if I can pay?
Test the water feel the ground
Send the tax collectors round
Fill the coffers pound by pound
A surer way to keep in line
The rabble who spend half their time
Wishing they could have what's mine
Stamping on the people's hands
This is where I'll make my stand
This is how I'll rule this land
I'll push and push a little more
I'll push and goad and tease the poor
A good excuse to fight my war
The war between have-nots and haves
My little game of smash and grab
Turn the screw increase the tax
Friend or foe, who goes there?
Turns his coat and takes the rear
Sings the Red Flag once a year.
I've got this dream home
I'm queuing up for
In freshly dug brown earth
One thing I can swear
Before I get there
I'll kill the taxman first
On 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...
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...
Nothing Knocks Me Over lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
We Don't Go To God's House Anymore lyrics - Chumbawamba
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 hymns 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
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 hymns 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
"Tubthumper" (1997)
- Tubthumping lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Amnesia lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Drip, Drip, Drip lyrics - Chumbawamba
- The Big Issue lyrics - Chumbawamba
- The Good Ship Lifestyle lyrics - Chumbawamba
- One By One lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Outsider lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Creepy Crawling lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Mary, Mary lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Smalltown lyrics - Chumbawamba
- I Want More lyrics - Chumbawamba
- I Want More lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Scapegoat lyrics - Chumbawamba
Tubthumping lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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
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
(We'll be singing)
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
(When we're winning)
I get knocked down
(We'll be singing)
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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
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
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
(We'll be singing)
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
(When we're winning)
I get knocked down
(We'll be singing)
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Amnesia lyrics - Chumbawamba
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...
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...
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...
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don't remember.....
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don't remember.....
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don't remember............
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...
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...
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...
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don't remember.....
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don't remember.....
Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?
I don't remember............
Drip, Drip, Drip lyrics - Chumbawamba
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 smoking 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 rose 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
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 smoking 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 rose 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
The Big Issue lyrics - Chumbawamba
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 sign
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 co 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 sign
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
Here's the good samaritan
Looks away and carries on
This is the girl who lost the house
Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of blue
Thank you I should be every hour
Truely thanking you
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 sign
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 co 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 sign
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
Here's the good samaritan
Looks away and carries on
This is the girl who lost the house
Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of blue
Thank you I should be every hour
Truely thanking you
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]
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
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
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]
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]
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)
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]
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]
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)
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
- Never Let Go lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Just Look At Me Now lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Not The Girl I Used To Be lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Morning After (The Night Before) lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Love Can Knock You Over lyrics - Chumbawamba
- All Mixed Up lyrics - Chumbawamba
- This Dress Kills lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Salome (Let's Twist Again) lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Oxymoron lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Waiting, Shouting lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Hey! You! Outside Now! lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Ugh! Your Ugly Houses! lyrics - Chumbawamba
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
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)
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]
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]
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
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]
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]
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]
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
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]
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]
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!
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]
[repeat]
"Showbusiness!" (1994)
- Never Do What You Are Told lyrics - Chumbawamba
- That's How Grateful We Are lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Give The Anarchist A Cigarette lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Heaven/Hell lyrics - Chumbawamba
- That's How Grateful We Are lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Homophobia lyrics - Chumbawamba
- A Morality Play lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Bad Dog lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Stitch That! lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Mouthful Of Shit lyrics - Chumbawamba
- The Day The Nazi Died lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Timebomb (Jimmy Echo Vocal) lyrics - Chumbawamba
- Slag Aid lyrics - Chumbawamba
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]
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
When was the very first time you saw Chumbawamba?
In my dreams!
Ha!
Working in a forge, black lungs, burnt skin
Callouses, arched back, hammering, hammering
Stalin watching over us pigeon shit head
We'd spit on the floor at this red bastard god
That's how grateful we are
[Repeat]
Bronze statue, pink marble, built to last
We brought him to his knees in a single night
And the boots that remained I attacked, I attacked
Hammering, hammering, the past is past
That's how grateful we are
[Repeat]
Scrub away, scrub away
And the noise rang out, metal on metal
Pigeons flit, dust settled
Out from the shadows we took to the streets
David chopping at the giant's feet
That's how grateful we are
[Repeat]
OK, we're gonna take it right, right, right, right down, way down
What we need is a break from the old routine
[Repeat]
Can I kick it? Yes you can!
[Repeat]
There ain't no justice, just us
[Repeat]
OK, we've been doing this one quite a few nights running, but I'd like to take that one. Is that a yes? Which one, then?
Goodbye girl, goodbye girl...
Martin McLaren, Archer, Anais Nin...
Well, basically, Chumbawamba are the sort of metals of the pop world
The old groups, they're not concerned with what there is to be learned
They sell 501s and they think it's funny, turning rebellion into money
Can I kick it?
This songs become a bit irrelevant now, innit, we may as well just go off now. Couple of yous could just get up and we'll just fuck off. I'm into that man, you know, 'cause I've got a hot chocolate waiting for me back there. There's, uh, quite a bit of anti-Criminal Justice Bill sentiment down in front here. Excellent!
What we need is a break from the old routine
[Repeat]
You still want to come? Too late, too late
We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat
But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
And we will live on our feet, at least, at last
That's how grateful we are
[Repeat]
You still want to come? Too late, too late
We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat
But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
We will live on our feet, at least, at last
That's how grateful we are
That's how grateful
Ta
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