I Never Gave Up lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

That's How Grateful We Are lyrics - Chumbawamba

OK, this one's called "Whitewash"
When was the very first time you saw Chumbawamba?
In my dreams!
Ha!
Working in a forge, black lungs, burnt skin
Callouses, arched back, hammering, hammering
Stalin watching over us pigeon shit head
We'd spit on the floor at this red bastard god
That's how grateful we are
[Repeat]
Bronze statue, pink marble, built to last
We brought him to his knees in a single night
And the boots that remained I attacked, I attacked
Hammering, hammering, the past is past
That's how grateful we are
[Repeat]
Scrub away, scrub away
And the noise rang out, metal on metal
Pigeons flit, dust settled
Out from the shadows we took to the streets
David chopping at the giant's feet
That's how grateful we are
[Repeat]
OK, we're gonna take it right, right, right, right down, way down
What we need is a break from the old routine
[Repeat]
Can I kick it? Yes you can!
[Repeat]
There ain't no justice, just us
[Repeat]
OK, we've been doing this one quite a few nights running, but I'd like to take that one. Is that a yes? Which one, then?
Goodbye girl, goodbye girl...
Martin McLaren, Archer, Anais Nin...
Well, basically, Chumbawamba are the sort of metals of the pop world
The old groups, they're not concerned with what there is to be learned
They sell 501s and they think it's funny, turning rebellion into money
Can I kick it?
This songs become a bit irrelevant now, innit, we may as well just go off now. Couple of yous could just get up and we'll just fuck off. I'm into that man, you know, 'cause I've got a hot chocolate waiting for me back there. There's, uh, quite a bit of anti-Criminal Justice Bill sentiment down in front here. Excellent!
What we need is a break from the old routine
[Repeat]
You still want to come? Too late, too late
We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat
But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
And we will live on our feet, at least, at last
That's how grateful we are
[Repeat]
You still want to come? Too late, too late
We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat
But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
We will live on our feet, at least, at last
That's how grateful we are
That's how grateful
Ta

A Morality Play lyrics - Chumbawamba

People would have to be told that if they refuse to answer questions when they might be expected to answer questions, that is something which can be used at the trial and which might strengthen the case against them.
Hang Michael Howard, oh c'mon...
Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors, be upstanding, for men of yore. But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ho hum, it serves him right.
Act three, 'I am the lord of the dance,' said he. John the Baptist, dripping wet, playing sir politick-would-be. Backslapping, backsliding, back to basic instincts, backfiring. By your own choice you're on a hiding to nothing, I ask you which is more comforting? The thought that I am bad seed, gone to seed, turned sour by TV sex and violence. Or even worse, am I unleashed by my own volition to do you ill? 'Condemn a little more, understand a little less.' Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha ha! I am Prometheus, prepare thee to meet thy nemesis.
Thanks a lot

The Day The Nazi Died lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Timebomb (Jimmy Echo Vocal) lyrics - Chumbawamba

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound

I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb
I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb

Unattended on the railway station
In the litter at the dancehall
Sitting pretty near the fastfood-counter
In the backseat of a Vauxhall

I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb
I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound

I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb
I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb

Hear the ticking of your heartbeat beating
Hear the breaking of their promises
Hear the smashing of your expectations
Hear the shattering of half-rhymes

I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb
I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound

You know
Time tells you
Ah-ah-ah-ah

And all the timebombs
They're all dancing to the same song
In a world full of no ones
I am a someone
Timebomb
Timebomb
Timebomb
Timebomb

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound
London Bridge is falling down

Slag Aid lyrics - Chumbawamba

This is the last one
Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out
Don't wear the gold lam
In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change
Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid
For every pop star that we slag off today
Twenty-five million pounds will be given away
Paul McCartney - come on down
With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground
Make of Somalia a fertile paradise
Where everyone sings Beatles songs, buys shares in EMI
A and M
Axl Rose, this is your life
Thank the Lord that you were born white
And thank MTV for this wonderful opportunity
To peddle your hypocrisy
David Bowie, the price is right
With a suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite
Still the voices of those who doubt
Coca-Cola for the peasants
And Michael Jackson, game for a laugh
Dancing us down the garden path
To Beverly Hills nine oh one oh, you know, you know
Fill the world with silver media
Ladies and Gentlemen, our special guest tonight
He's come all the way, put your hands together for Mr. John Lydon
AKA Johnny Rotten
He's got a new book out, no McLaren, no Matlock, no Dignity
Well we got a surprise for him tonight
'Cause we're gonna do the business, and we take no prisoners
'Cause we got the hammer and we got the nails
We got the hammer and we got the nails
We got the hammer and we got the nails
And the two pieces of wood
Put 'em together, folks, and what have we got?
Tonight, live in Leeds, in city square, we've got the two pieces of wood sitting up
You see him hanging there, he's upside down, nice little twist
Because we're gonna nail Mr. Lighton right up to that cross and leave him hanging there
Till the vultures come down and pick his eyes off his can, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha!
Ladies and gentlemen, you've been so good
Thank you, on next week's show, the man upstairs
And have we got a bone to pick with him!
Adieu
Thank you very much
Thanks a lot
Cheers
Ta
[Chatter]

"Anarchy" (1994)




Give The Anarchist A Cigarette lyrics - Chumbawamba

Albert! Bobby! For gods sake burn it down!

[Chorus]
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of . .

Give the anarchist a cigarette. Cos thats as close as he's ever gonna get
Give the anarchist a cigarette. Bobby just hasnt earned it yet
Give the anarchist a cigarette. The times are changing but he just forgets
Give the anarchist a cigarette. He's gonna choke on his harmonica, Albert!

[Chorus]
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of . .

Give the anarchist a cigarette. A candy cig for the spoilt brat
Give the anarchist a cigarette. We'll get Albert to write you a cheque
Give the anarchist a cigarette. And he'll be burning up the air in his personal jet
Give the anarchist a cigarette. You know I hate every popstar that I ever met!

[Chorus]
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help
[repeat]

Timebomb lyrics - Chumbawamba

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound

I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb
I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb

Unattended on the railway station
In the litter at the dancehall
Sitting pretty near the fastfood-counter
In the backseat of a Vauxhall

I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb
I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound

I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb
I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb

Hear the ticking of your heartbeat beating
Hear the breaking of their promises
Hear the smashing of your expectations
Hear the shattering of half-rhymes

I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb
I am a timebomb
A ticking ticking ticking timebomb

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound

You know
Time tells you
Ah-ah-ah-ah

And all the timebombs
They're all dancing to the same song
In a world full of no ones
I am a someone
Timebomb
Timebomb
Timebomb
Timebomb

Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop now
What's that sound
London Bridge is falling down

Homophobia lyrics - Chumbawamba

Up behind the bus stop in the toilets off the street
There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet
Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor
From the boy who got his head kicked in a night or two before.

Homophobia-the worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these
Homophobia-the worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these

In the pubs, clubs and burger bars, breeding pens for pigs,
Alcohol, testosterone and ignorance and fists
Packs of hunting animals roam across the town
They find an easy victim and they punch him to the ground.

Homophobia-the worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these
Homophobia-the worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these

The siren of the ambulance, the deadpan of the cops,
Chalk to mark the outline where the boy first dropped
Beware the holy trinity: church and state and law
For every death the virus gets more deadly than before.

Homophobia-the worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these
Homophobia-the worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these

On Being Pushed lyrics - Chumbawamba

I never could stand to be pushed

Heaven/Hell lyrics - Chumbawamba

Tall as houses
Small as spiders
Undefined this buzz inside us

Tightrope walker
Chaos order
I fell right into heaven/hell
Devil take me
God forsake me
Made my home in heaven/hell

Out of ruins growing pains
Wide-eyed pirates crossing bones

Tightrope walker
Chaos order
I fell right into heaven/hell
Devil take me
God forsake me
Made my home in heaven/hell

Kicking giants drowned in reason
Breaking old building new

Tightrope walker
Chaos order
I fell right into heaven/hell
Devil take me
God forsake me
Made my home in heaven/hell

Love Me lyrics - Chumbawamba

I'm an anarchist. I'm the anti-christ. Well, sort of. Not really. Its not big.
Its not clever. I'm quite a reasonable fella. Your friendly uncle, good with
kinds, good ol' paternalist pop. Good cop, Bad cop, Good cop, Bad cop, Good
cop, Good cop. I was a wannabe and wannabe's don't know what they want to be.
I neednt of worried cos the man upstairs was looking out for me. God gave me the
finger with his free hand, now I'm his left hand man.
Hey punk! Don't call me mac, my name is John Trabant!

[Chorus]
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Take Me, Take Me
Seriously
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me

They call me the great pretender. John Noakes was my mentor. I'm a walking
talking ideas man, here's one I prepared earlier. Stretch Armstrong and his
rubber band. Edwin Meese and the sex police. Please Mr Postman, post-post
modern, deliver us from Elvis. Be-bop-a-lula baby baby, does good culture yes!
Now I found what I'm looking for, I find myself in another fine mess. Someone
muddied my waters. I lost my way but now I see. I O.d'd no ironey.
I'll rediscover God for the next L.P.

[Chorus]
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Take Me, Take Me
Seriously
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me

Bend me shake me any way you want me, whatever you want, Ill be your hearts
desire. Black and cuddley, you want love me. Pop me cork, watch me pop like
bubbly. Hot or not, you've got to use what you've got. Where's the weak spot, let
me take a shot. What a turn on. Does it feel lovely? Love me love me love me love me ...
"Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, how you came up. Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, heavens above!"
Johhny Johnny what for art thou, how goes Victor Jara. I got a stadium sized
pro rata headache. Pretentious moi. The ghost of Eamonn Andrews smiling
watching over me. I love it. Lets shoot it. Johnny Trib in a movie. I paid my
dues, I sung the blues and Ive done pain personal hell. Pass me the phone I got
calls to make, this will sell and sell. I'm as Bob Roberts to you Phil Ochs,
talking political. So love, love me, love me I'm a liberal!

[Chorus]
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Take Me, Take Me
Seriously
Love Me, Love Me
Freeze Frame Love Me.

Georgina lyrics - Chumbawamba

Is she really going out with him?
Not anymore!
Georgina's cooking supper for her husband, all her firends are coming round to see the show
Cos the theif she calls her husband wont be hungry, when he see's whats on the end of his fork

[Chorus]
Georgina isn't asking anymore and
Her lover isn't asking anymore and
The cook isn't asking anymore since
The theif met a bullet on the way to the floor

Georgina's got a timebomb in her stomache, she knows that any minete now she's gonna blow
With all the pain and the scilence that she feeds on, with all the hurt that the brusies cant show

[Chorus]
Georgina isn't asking anymore and
Her lover isn't asking anymore and
The cook isn't asking anymore since
The theif met a bullet on the way to the floor

Georgina's got an appitite for vengance, and she sings all the songs from Oliver
She wont be wanting seconds anymore as she tightens up he grip of the trigger finger

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

This Year's Thing lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mouthful Of Shit lyrics - Chumbawamba

I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it

Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar
Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card
Good call
What's the crack what's the damage done today
From teh commons to the common a banana skin away
Knock it back knock it out
Chuck a nightmare dart
Quiet
Compere on the mic turns turning to the court
Putting beef vol-au-vents across the union jack
Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back

I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it

You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire

Up yer ronson
Take a tab
With a flash of zippo light
Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right
Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand
A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam
Local lad made bad with cowboy charm
Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb
Pass the mic
Karaoke with the yesteryear stars
Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start

I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it

You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire

Never Do What You Are Told lyrics - Chumbawamba

This coat my royal gown
A stolen hand-me-down
No need to scrape and bow
We can be heroes now
For more than just one day
Heres how
Look both ways when crossing roads
Dont wear slippers till youre old
Never do what you are told

Bad Dog lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

Enough Is Enough lyrics - Chumbawamba

[Chorus]
Open your eyes, time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Open your eyes, time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Enough is enough is enough
Give the fascist man a gunshot
Enough is enough is enough
Give the fascist man a gunshot
Trying and trying again to get this damn thing done
It can't done
Come shoot the fascist with a gun
'Cause it's stopping us from unity
We cannot see reality
Just vanity insanity Fusion cannot stand it see
No man fascist man will ever get me outta the land
So understand Fusion plan to stop them with a bang
We sang and sang to make the people all unite
Not fight but fight because the leaders don't think right
You burnt us in the past you know it won't happen again
So black and white take a stand and all try to defend
All of the people and the children who are living in the past
Just blast and blast don't make the fascist man last
[Repeat chorus]
On and on and on you know the feeling's so strong
So long
It's wrong
I'm telling you it's wrong
Destruction confusion and blaming it on the color
I wonder in horror 'cause the people start to follow
All the leaders and the rulers who are putting up the fence
It's dense immense and you say you're talking sense
Bull, bull I want to say it full
But people on the radio you know will make a pull
So I try to tone it down to make the whole world know
That the language of my violence will proceed in my show
Flow, flow to make the fascist man know
that unity is here and unity will grow
[Repeat chorus]
I want to wake up, I want to wake up
I want to wake up, I want to wake up
Open your eyes, time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
[Repeat]

Rage lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

"Shhh" (1992)




Shhh lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Nothing That's New lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Behave! lyrics - Chumbawamba

Hey diddle diddle, here's a brand new riddle
What's shallow and cheap with a hole in the middle
Five fingers holding four wise angels
Little heads float by on clouds of goodness

They're playing voodoo with their Kylie dolls
Sing it right or don't sing it all

Snip Snip Snip lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

Look! No Strings! lyrics - Chumbawamba

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
That was the Armley tabernacle choir.
Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana.
High above the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky
[Chorus]
Have your fun whilst your alive
You won't get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Gobsmacked, William Shatnered
Meta does a double take
Come on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Meta Battle
[Repeat chorus]
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Meta Battle shot her Lord
And watched him tumble down
And now there's people out with Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house may well be the original
Kiss it as you pass
[Repeat chorus]
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
[Repeat]
Susej em kcuf ho
[Repeat]

Happiness Is Just A Chant Away lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Pop Star Kidnap lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Sometimes Plunder lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Too late)
[Repeat]

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs

"Jesus H. Christ" (1992)




You Can't Trust Anyone Nowadays lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

Alright Now lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't Fence Me In lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

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

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

Money Money Money lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

[CHORUS]
Oh yeah, oh yeah

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

[CHORUS]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Solid Gold Easy Action lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

[CHORUS]

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

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

[CHORUS 2x]

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

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs

Silly Love Songs lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

[CHORUS]

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

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

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

Get Off My Cloud lyrics - Chumbawumba

[CHORUS:]
Look! No strings! Just paper, glue, and card
Hark! The angels sing 'Paste the Lord'

That was the Armley tabernacle choir.
Next we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana.

High above the streets and houses Misses Meta Battle
With one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky

[PRE-CHORUS:]
Have your fun whilst your alive
You won't get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time
Because you won't get nothing when you die

[CHORUS]

Gobsmacked, William Shatnered, Meta does a double take
Come on, baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Meta Battle

[PRE-CHORUS]

[CHORUS 2x]

Meta Battle shot her Lord and watched Him tumble down
And now there's people out with Polaroids all around town
And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house
Could well be the original; kiss it as you pass

[PRE-CHORUS]

[CHORUS 2x]

[CHORUS & PRE-CHORUS 4x]

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

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

Stairway To Heaven lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

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

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

[PRE-CHORUS]

[CHORUS]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Big Mouth Strikes Again lyrics - Chumbawamba

I caught you with your head down the toilet as you were gulping up dirty words, then later dressed in suit and tie, whilst playing to the laughing crowds, you were gargling, spitting, fingers down your throat, making yourself so sick. Vomiting the words that you'd sucked and slurped all over the cops at the back!
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Flucky now, flucky now, flucky now, oh my, it's a good job Fusion cannot spell. 'Cause if I could you know I'd get a lot of flack off the record company, always on my back. Well I thank God for watching what I'm doing. Whoops. Fusion watch what you're saying. Remember what happened before when you tried to thank God, um, Christ, um, Him--you had to scrap your lyrics and throw them in the bin. I couldn't win, it must've been a thing. Anyway I've been asked here not to give lip, but to talk about a topic which we call censorship. Musicians have no right to say what they want to. MC Fusion want to say some of the people say that blunt--nobody has the right to tell you want to do. 'Cause if you do it to them, it may be [?] on you. Whoever bought this record try and figure out what the flucking hell is Fusion talking about, but it makes sense to the A G I T, cause this is what happened when they try to censor me. Ha. Finally, Fusion, I mean we, got freedom of speech. Censorship is a load of bollocks, and that's wh
at agitation propaganda and anything you can do, I can do better.
'To' is a preposition
'Come' is a verb
'To come' is a verb intransitive
To come, to come
Did you come? Did you come good? Good!
Did you come? Did you come good? Good!
Don't come in me, don't come in me
Don't come in me, don't come in me
It takes technique to thrill me!
Did you come? Did you come good? Good!
Did you come? Did you come good? Good!
Did you come, come, come, come, come good?
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
(Good Thief routine)
Stepford husbands, Stepford wives
With longer scissors, sharper knives
So sugar-sweet, they spend their time as censors, working overtime
This good-good culture
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Welcome Christ, judges, lone ranger
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Padres, pastors, popes, priests
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Critics, comics, you, me
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again

I Should Be So Lucky lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stitch That! lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

"Slap!" (1990)




Ulrike lyrics - Chumbawamba

[Chorus]
You sometimes wonder and you sometimes wonder
Ten thousand Deutschmarks to hand me over
Oh you sometimes wonder and you sometimes wonder
You can make a living sometimes wondering
Don't think these bones can be sold when I'm long gone
Don't think that I should want to sell my soul for the Sundays
Don't wait for me to say I'm sorry--I won't
Who wants to be a green MP? I don't

[Repeat chorus]

Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Don't think I walked into banks to stand in the queue
Don't think I pressed up to the plexi-glass just to talk to you
Don't wait for me to say I'm sorry - I won't
Who wants to be a green MP? - I don't

[Repeat chorus]

Tiananmen Square lyrics - Chumbawamba

Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy
To hail the people's victory! Which people? What victory?
It's the People's Army that murdered the people
They've come to glue the shattered, battered statues in the square
Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy
With a haircut and a trigger-finger, that could be me!
Tanks tearing a hole in the silence
I've got armor-piercing rockets in my pocket--watch out!
[Chatter]
You must've seen it, the boy in the white shirt

You want a fight? Yeah, you and whose army?
The people is bigger than the People's Army
My dad is bigger than your dad, and one day, one day
Raw and angry in front of the enemy
So it's turn back or kill. Boy versus tank
You want a fight? Yeah, you and whose army?
Here soldier, have a watermelon--this'll cool you down!

Cartrouble lyrics - Chumbawamba

Big tall courthouse, a clock upon the wall
A hammer on the table and a copper on the door
A judge in front and a jury at the side
A judge in front and a jury at the side
A judge in front and a jury at the side
And a Bible on the stand to say I won't tell lies
Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock
Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god
Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin
In the deep south of America
Can the lady take the stand now? Blah, blah, blah
And how comes a black woman drives her own car?
And what gives you the constitutional right
And what gives you the constitutional right
And what gives you the constitutional right
To drive a car through a junction on a red stop light?

Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock
Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god
Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin
In the deep south of Yorkshire
Well of course I drove the car through a red stop light
But well, I thought that law was just for whites
I saw the white folks drive through on green
I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green
I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green
So when the red light flashed, I thought this must be for me
Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock
Just a fear of the people with a fear of god
Lancashire white girl tries to sing the blues
Well, I woke up this morning like I usually do

Chase PC's Flee Attack By Own Dog lyrics - Chumbawamba

(Woof, woof, woof, woooo)
Got my photograph taken with Elvis
Circled round the earth in a rocket ship
Found the world cup in a garden
And I must've saved a million drowning babies
You can imagine what a come down

Drug-busts and house fires
I didn't orbit the earth to be bossed around
By someone wearing flares!
Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin'

Rubens Has Been Shot! lyrics - Chumbawamba

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
How bent your branches seem to be
Nineteen twenty-one and all's well
Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell
One bullet straight through the heart
Rubens caught a ricochet, Durer's lady cried today
Cracked old masters up against the wall

Blue-faced Wendy Woolworth--she's seen it all
Housepainter, housepainter
Hanging your swastika wallpaper
Rows of pretty cabbageheads to gobble up your words
Laughing along to your blah, blah, blah

Rappaport's Testament: I Never Gave Up lyrics - Chumbawamba

[Chorus]
And if you survive me
I Never gave up
Tell them this
I Never gave up
And 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]

And 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

[Repeat]

Slap! lyrics - Chumbawamba

One, two, three, four
Slap
Fleet Street fell in love
But the girl proved hard to get
Took a seat at the old boy's club
But wouldn't share the bed
Cuppas for the troops
Bubbly-gum and wire
Trojan horses, Black & Tans
They're running for their lives
Royals came to call

Mister Paisley save her soul
Heavens here's the naughty girl
Wouldn't say her prayers
Bloody Monday morning
The rat who did the talking
Here's Ginger to the rescue
Take that! And that!
Take that! And that!

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

"Never Mind The Ballots" (1987)




Always Tell The Voter What The Voter Wants To Hear lyrics - Chumbawamba

Welcome to Never Mind The Ballots. The phone lines are now open. If you'd like
to put a question to the candidates the number to ring is 0532779463.

You want jobs? I've got jobs!
Hospitals? Top of my list!
Tax cuts and platform shoes
For every small businessman
Just give me your vote
Just give me your vote
Schools, prisons? Of course we'll build them!
Condoms for the American GIs!
Nuclear reactors breed like rabbits
Police oppression? You can have it, sir!
Just give me your vote
Put your cross in the box

Hello, we've got our first caller. You're name's Martin. Hello Martin.
You disagree with our statement policy.
Well Martin to tell you the truth I couldn't agree with you more. It's outrageous, disgusting
But unlike my colleague on my right, we're the party who say what we do, do what we say.
You can bank on us Mart!
Good evening, Shirley. I'm so glad that you've rung.
The matter is as dear to me as it is to you.
Give me four years and I'll get right down to it.
Because unlike my little balding colleague on my left, we don't make promises we can't keep.
You still there, Martin? Just one more thing. Give us your vote

You want houses? See me afterwards
Want my autograph? See my bodyguard
Pre-election budget handouts
You want a war? No problem!
Just give me your vote
Just give me your vote

Come On Baby (Let's Do The Revolution) lyrics - Chumbawamba

Come on baby
Let's do the revolution
Six for the record
And seven for the t-shirt
A picture of the band and a ticket for the promised land

Watching all the bouncers
Systematically beating up the dancers
To the rhythm of a pocket of change
Here's the group with all the answers
Vote for the party and keep your mouth shut!

Same chains of command
All the power taken out of our hands
Politics pays the piper in this company land

Come on baby
Let's do the revolution
They say we'll all be equal
When they take control
Vote for the party and wallow in our rock and roll

"Roadie! my guitar!"

The Wasteland lyrics - Chumbawamba

Said the party to the ad-man
We'll conjure up a gimmick
The way to lead an ass
Is with a carrot and a stick
Dig down for minorities
Promise them concessions
Ride in on their backs
And then teach them all a lesson
Unemployment means depression
You're just victims of the recession
We can count on their support
If we can channel their emotions
[Chorus]
Populate the wasteland
Between leisure and the grave
Work and pray and place your vote
And some day you'll be saved
All these myths come tailor-made
To suit the company director
Myths that praise the dignity
Of cheap, disposable labor
Two different routes
To an industrial heaven
Work for boss and parliament
And all will be forgiven
It's the fear of being sacked
That lets the boss step up the pace
Because the minute you step out of line
There's someone took your place
[Repeat chorus]
Said the MP to the media
Can't we juggle this around
Sprinkle sugar on the dog shit
And we'll keep the figures down
Never let the left hand
See what's in the right
No-one's any wiser
And the problem's out of sight
Take your democratic choice
Take a scheme or starve
Job clubs, restart, YTS, CPs, EAS
Company profits doubled
Wages chopped in half
[Repeat]
[Repeat chorus]
Offer your life to the one true church
In the name of the conservative party
The labor party
And the liberal alliance
The promised land where banks outnumber churches
And your cars shall be martyrs to the cause
Capitalism in crisis
But on the third day it shall rise again
But on the third day it shall rise

Today's Sermon lyrics - Chumbawamba

And now, the reverand Abraham Meakley- saver of souls
Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk
Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk
Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk
Though they broke my legs, they gave me a crutch to walk
"Brothers and sisters, I have seen more than sinning. I have been away these
last 4 long years, but now I have returned to the fold, to be among my flock.
I come as humble shepard embodied by the almighty, the power above, the power
which is in me. Cos I am reborn brothers and sisters.
I am living proof that government saves!
Brothers and sisters, I want us to show our faith in the powers that be.
For we are the true belivers. I want us to come together, come to me and let us feel
the power of the cross. Todays lesson- stay in your homes exept on Thursdays,
do not stray from the path, it's well sign posted, you cant miss it really and were open all day.
Now there's no need to rush. We've got plenty of pencils for everyone. Now
there're collecting tins for your donation. Cheque, credit card facilities
available. "Government Saves!" stickers and badges on sale.
T-shirts in small, mediem and large, all at competative prices!
Put a down payment on your place in heaven and buy me another 4 years brothers and sisters.
Dance dance wherever you may be I am the lord of the dance said
he. And if you don't dance we have ways of making you dance. Government be with
you!"
Amen.

Ah-Men lyrics - Chumbawamba

A visionary pause in the cycle
When she refused to buy or sell
When the daughters of perfect wives
Said there must be more sacrifice
Needed more than symbolic change
More than silent wasting away
In factories and sterile marriages
He was God, she was powerless
With a brick for every year of life
She set out for the house of lies
The old boys' club under siege
His lordship cowered under his seat
Called for brandy and reinforcements
Blasted away at every movement
Close to breaking down the door
Past thick blue line and stupid laws
Black Friday left her bruised and stubborn
One brick from winning the struggle
Rapunzel hacked at the ivory tower
Asquith quickly rose to the hour
Appealed to patriotism, oily smiles
Gave nothing, called it compromise
Gauging the situation perfectly
Said ladies, ladies, listen to me
Nineteen fourteen, we're on the brink of war
Pick up a flag, drop your cause
Your targets are counter-revolutionary
Take my hand in democracy
Here's a piece of paper
You're officially free
Here's a list of instructions
For you to obey
And here's sharp knife
To cut your own throat
Small sacrifice in return for a vote
Whispered word in Pankhurst's ear
Visions of the first woman peer
Led women down the garden path
And into the arms of the enemy
Jail and force-feeding, waster martyrdom
Sold her songs for the national anthem
Slotted the smile back neatly into place
Served refreshments
At the end of the race
All demands reduced to a joke
X marks the plague, abandon hope
Butlers still pouring brandy for the rich
Excuse me pass me the privilege
A woman's voice, the state's idea
Same vested interests, same dirty deals
Currie and Williams immersed in the times
Examples to keep the rest in line
Currie and Williams two of a kind
Examples to keep the rest in line
Absolute power
Absolute power
Ladies, ladies, listen to me

Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public lyrics - Chumbawamba

Mr. Heseltine you drove into our town
The northern rain always drizzling down
Shoppers at the window stop to look
As you sign another copy of your book
'Cause you have all the power
And you have all the wealth
And we've got nothing but ourselves
We've got nothing but ourselves
We've got nothing but ourselves
So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police
Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices
Salvage our integrity, reassert our dignity
Power in the heart of the community
Mr. Heseltine listen to me
We don't want power
And we don't want money
We're fighting for the right to decide
How the power and the wealth
Be equally divided
Old people in Seacroft need money for bills
Single mums with kids want decent meals
And we all want new coats
When all's said and done
They're all worn out
From being walked upon
There comes a time when we organize
When we take control of our daily lives
When we don't obey orders from authority
When we disbelieve the myths of democracy
Democracy Street, Britain's longest running soap opera, with the added illusion of audience participation. Our act tonight, on the left, capitalism that's right, on the right, capitalism is it, in the middle, probably the best capitalism in the world. Remember it's your choice, your five seconds worth of action that counts. I mean that most sincerely folks. Sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time. The next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away. If freedom is the choice between three different types of the same oppression then I'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. Never mind the ballots, here's the rest of your life.
Mr. Heseltine drove away
Two more appointments in the north today
Helpless and powerless
We join the queue for the metro bus
And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind
I'll never give support to you and your kind
[Repeat]

The Candidates Find Common Ground lyrics - Chumbawamba

Full employment, slave labor, and schemes
An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream
But lets keep Britain working--either way we must keep Britain working
Conventional weapons to kill people nicely
Nuclear weapons to keep the peace
But weapons definitely--either way we must defend ourselves
Nationalization, with one big boss
No, privatization, with lots of little bosses
But someone in control, of course, either way there must be someone giving orders
[Chorus]
A toast to democracy
The prison guard of this society
Sides in the voting game
Disappear into the same machine
The same machine
A toast
To US bases and nuclear weapons
To stopping pickets pulling down fences
To the British troops in Northern Ireland
To the wonderful victory in the Falklands
To the plastic bullet and the riot police
To the UDM, to the TUC
To isolating gays and to law and to order
To richer bosses, to poorer workers
[Repeat chorus]
To longer hours and to less pay
To the courts for those who get in our way
To the beating of people who step out of line
To the use of troops to break a strike
To the expulsion of extremists and political witch hunts
To repatriation, to benefit cuts
To peaceful settlements, and to no strike agreements
To authority, to power, to governments
One, two, three
To the annual rise in the MP's wage
To vested interests, to privilege
To the party who wins the next election
By definition a victory to capitalism

Here's The Rest Of Your Life lyrics - Chumbawamba

Why settle for what we're shown
When there is so much more?
Sometimes the Book of Law
Is only half the story
Means and ends:
Deciding where to draw the line
Loss or work in Sellafield homes
Or the threat of cancers yet to come?
The choice is obvious:
There is no choice
Only the option of looking outside
This narrow definition of "What you see is all there will ever be"
There comes a time - that time is now -
When every second, every day
When every action, every thought
Will tell the world how you cast your vote
They break our legs
And we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches
Tired of mild reform
Sick of hand-me-downs
We topple all the theories to the ground:
All real change
Must come from below
Our bosses must live in fear
Of the factory-floor
And when they smile
And they ask for my support,
I'll give them these words
And a bloody nose:
You don't help your enemy
When you're at war
There are moments in all of our lives
Tiny sparks still deep inside
When a new-born baby cries
When you're watching clouds in a summer sky
The first time you walked out on strike
Love and sex and holding light
Tings that can't be bought
By promises and votes
I hate the things I love being criminalised
I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in
I hate MPs, judges and magistrates
I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars
I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats
I hate wars, and all the people who love them
I hate the idea of living on other people's backs
I hate being filed, registered and classified
I hate being watched and monitered
I hate police
I hate the way you talk down at me
I hate being told what to do
I hate you when you don't listen
I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography
I hate the pain we inflict on each other
On animals, and on the Earth
And I hate how love songs have become such cliches
through endless, shallow repitition
Each angry word
Every cynical put-down
Every song is carefully born
From a hope of something better to come
All jumbled-up
Love and hate and love
Each prompted by the other:
For the cause of peace we have to go to war
Refusing to sleep
Whilst there's a world to win
Yet happy to dream
Dreams make the plans to change this world
Not just some future heaven
But today and every day
In our place of work
In the queue for the metrobus
Organise!
Here's the rest of our lives!
..A tiny spark still deep inside
We can and will run the factories and mills
We can and will educate ourselves
We can and will work the fields
We can and will police ourselves
We can and will create and build
Organise!
Here's the rest of our lives!

"Pictures Of Starving Children Sell Records" (1986)




How To Get Your Band On Television lyrics - Chumbawamba

I'm the Boss of the company
And I've got hunger working for me
Listen and you'll begin to understand
I built my profits on stolen land
It's the economics of supply and demand
And I make the demands around here
Product sells, people die
Same manipulation wrapped in lies
Give a little money and play your rock and roll
The biggest prizes to the biggest fools
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the show where you the audience participate
On our show tonight we got lost of surprises in store for you at home
In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change
Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid
For every pop star that we slag off today
A million pounds will be given away
Paul McCartney - come on down
With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground
Make of Ethiopia a fertile paradise
Where everyone sings Beatles songs and buys shares in EMI
Charity, starvation, and rock and roll
Let it be, eh Paulie?
Freddie Mercury, this is your life
Thank the Lord that you were born white
And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity
To peddle your hypocrisy in Sun City
A bit of a hot potato in a moment, eh Fred, in South Africa?
Well I'm sure there's a video in there somewhere
David Bowie, the price is right
A suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite
Still the voices of those who doubt
Coca-Cola for the peasants to end this drought
David the world can only take so much
And with you around, we're in for a really hard time
Jagger and Richards, game for a laugh
Dancing us down the garden path

To a place where money grows on trees
Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease
There's only one mountain in the rock and roll business
Ladies and Gentlemen, and it's Mick Jagger
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings
Who makes the money when the puppets sing
Ask the corporations where does the money go
Ask the empty-bellied children what are we singing for
And Cliff Richard, three, two, one
The God who remains when the religion's gone
Cliff, we've got a special surprise for you today
So come up closer, step this way
Cliff, you're such an example of moral worth
Such a purist saint come to bless our earth
That on behalf of our viewers watching on telly
And on behalf of the millions with empty bellies
We're donating something special that we're all going to like
Cliff Richard, we're going to nail you up to a cross tonight
Ladies and gentlemen, just imagine it, someone comes along, takes everything you own, your space, your house, separates you from your family and then hits you in the face if you say anything different. Well, that's what we've been doing to the third world for the past four hundred years. That's you and me. You the viewers at home, me in the studio, the pop stars, everyone. That's how we make the third world, every day, today and every day. If you want any correspondence with the program, just send your answers, letter bombs only, to BP House, Victoria Street, London, SW1
Thank you and good night
Feed the world
Starve the rich
Goodnight
I know there must be more
I know there must be more
Than giving just a little bit more
When half of this world is so helplessly poor
Starved of the real solution
Charity and tradition
And the cycle of hungry children
Will keep on going 'round
I know there must be more
Will keep on going 'round
I know there must be more
Will keep on going 'round
I know there must be more
'Till we burn the house of commons to the ground

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