Fade Away (I Don't Want To) lyrics - Chumbawamba

Some set their hearts on a rocking chair
The better to sleep out the days
But I'm looking for a reason to kick and scream
I don't want to fade away
Fade away, fade away
I don't want to fade away

We think that the power is in our hands
'Cos we're holding the remote control
Pile up the lot and what've you got?
Bitter-sweet nothing at all

It's a mighty long way from my own front door
To the world we were going to make
We got bloodied and bruised for the old excuse
That it's hard just staying awake

Wake me up if you catch me falling
Gently into the night
Shine up my shoes 'cos I can't get used
To the dying of the light

Some set their hearts on a rocking chair
The better to sleep out the days
But I'm looking for a reason to kick and scream
I don't want to fade away
Fade away, fade away
I don't want to fade away

Bankrobber lyrics - Chumbawamba

Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

Some is rich and some is poor
And that's the way the world is
But I don't believe in lying back
And sayin' how bad your luck is

Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

So we came to jazz it up
We never loved a shovel
Break your back to earn your pay
An' don't forget to grovel

Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

Imagine if all the boys in jail
Could get out now together
Whadda you think they'd want to say to us
While we was being clever

Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

Learning To Love - Chumbawamba

I courted a man from the Lancs Fusiliers
He gave me his heart and so I loved him dear
For he took me a-courting and he taught me to dance
Then he marched with the infantry over to France

He told me to wait he'd be back in a year
Now seventeen months I have wished he were here
And I'll wait no longer, I'll take what I can
So I'm learning to love with another young man

Learning to love
Learning to love
Tired of the waiting
I'm learning to love

So I courted a man from the Royal Horse Blues
He soon had to leave and I said I'd be true
Now he's gone for his duty not seven weeks yet
So I've found a new young man to help me forget

I courted a man from the Kent Volunteer
Now he's gone a-marching, and I wish he were here
What can I do while my love is away?
But court with a soldier from the Royal Scots Grey

One day they'll come back and then I'll be true
For I've learnt how to love and I've learnt how to choose
To every young woman who waits at the shore
Love while you're waiting; you'll learn so much more

The Land Of Do What You're Told lyrics - Chumbawamba

Have a word with your Patron Saint
Cover up the cracks with a lick of paint
All The exit doors are all double-locked
Because St Sebastian sways but doesn't rock

Here's to you - you put up a fight
You're the last to leave, now turn out the light
You danced to the Devil and the Feathery wife
Now the Ordnance Survey is mapping out your life

Look at the small print: it's what we agreed -
Sign your name before we teach you how to read
This is the land, the Land of Do What You're Told
The Land of the Free: if you don't leave the fold
Smile a little wider as you're waiting to be sold
This is the land, the Land of Do What You're Told

I'm a celebrity - let me in here
One last jump from the end of the pier
We breached the wall, but I was too tired to run
My Get Up And Go got up and now it's gone

Look at the small print: it's what we agreed -
Sign your name before we teach you how to read
This is the land, the Land of Do What You're Told
The Land of the Free: if you don't leave the fold
Smile a little wider as you're waiting to be sold
This is the land, the Land of Do What You're Told

This is the land, the Land of Do What You're Told
With a little lip service to breaking the mold
Smile a little wider as you're waiting to be sold
This is the land, the Land of Do What You're Told

We're going on strike for twelve percent
We're not downhearted yet
They're filming it all for a reality show
So twelve percent we'll get

Bella Ciao lyrics - Chumbawamba

The world is waking outside my window
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Drags my senses into the sunlight
For there are things that I must do

Wish me luck now, I have to leave you
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
With my friends now up to the city
We're going to shake the Gates of Hell

And I will tell them - we will tell them
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
That our sunlight is not for franchise
And wish the bastards drop down dead

Next time you see me I may be smiling
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
I'll be in prison or on the TV
I'll say, "the sunlight dragged me here!"
Stamattina mi sono alzato
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao

Smith And Taylor lyrics - Chumbawamba

Built with lives
Remembered in plans
A history of no-ones:
For the glory of just one man

Should Smith now fall
Then Taylor takes his place
We're measuring our progress
By burying our waste

Pyramids, palaces
Railways and mills
Viaducts, offices
Pipelines and canals

Bells for the architect
Ringing through the land
A hundred honest men to wash
The inkstains from his hands

For the forging of words
Comes easy as sleep
Stones for Smith & Taylor
Their memories to keep

Every maiden voyage
Leaves a widow on the shore
And every blessed spire
Sees the earth get its reward

The Untraditional lyrics - Chumbawamba

I meet my love under the stars
So far from watching eyes
Five long years we've met this way
My love, the night and I

So much in love we walked 'til dawn
Far away from city walls
In forest shelter-covered field
A flower blooms as darkness falls

This love so bold goes undeclared
A joy unseen, a world unknown
A love that dare not speak its name
Hidden treasure, precious stone

My lover's hand is wrapped in mine
Hidden always from the day
Across this meeting draws a veil
The age of reason turns away

For we two men go on and on
And my love walks next to me
And in some far off place I know
That I'll love may shameless be

"Un" (2004)

• The Wizard Of Menlo Park lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Just Desserts lyrics - Chumbawamba
• On eBay lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Everything You Know Is Wrong lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Be With You lyrics - Chumbawamba
• When Fine Society Sits Down To Dine lyrics - Chumbawamba
• A Man Walks Into A Bar lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Buy Nothing Day lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Following You lyrics - Chumbawamba
• We Don't Want To Sing Along lyrics - Chumbawamba
• I Did It For Alfie lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Rebel Code lyrics - Chumbawamba

The Wizard Of Menlo Park lyrics - Chumbawamba

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go

Old Thomas Edison, mixing up the medicine
Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms
And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum"

Each jump in the dark we claim as our own
We know it's a lie, we never acted alone
Each jump in the dark
Each jump in the dark

The machine became the star, beats to the bar
Poor Gus Dudgeon lying in his car
Down in the basement messing with the moment
Alchemy and elements, smashing up your instruments
Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms
And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum"

A foot in the past, a head in a book
A soup of opinion, a ladle of luck
Each jump in the dark
Each jump in the dark

Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms
And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum"

From starlight to flashlight, sorting out the copyright
It takes a little time but the contract's airtight
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
The money's in the black but the needle's in the red

One, two, one, two, check,
Wednesday, Wednesday, Mississippi, yeah...

Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine
Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon
See them all come with their wires and booms
And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum"

Just Desserts lyrics - Chumbawamba

And uh, uh, every (security) (no, let him stay) no (let him stay) well at least it's a fruit pie
(let's pray for him right now, Anita, let's pray, Anita, why don't you pray, that's all right) father, we want to thank you for the opportunity of coming to Des Moines, and father I want to ask that you forgive him (and that we love him) and that we love him, and that we're praying for him to be delivered from his deviant lifestyle, father

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

Groucho Marxists look so sweet
Slapstick anarchists, nice enough to eat
Peter Kropotkin in the way we talk
Charlie Cairoli in the way we walk

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

Intellectual tarts with a good left hook
Copycat killers, cover and duck
Polite assassins, you shout, I scream
And the party starts, on a count of one, two, three

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

We talk without words, and everybody understands
Just desserts, delivered by hand
Nobody move or the CEO
Gets it in the face with cream and dough

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

"What? What's that? Who's there? Fido? Ahhh, it's you Mrs. Arbuthnot"

On eBay lyrics - Chumbawamba

Mr Kokoschka, it just happened again (sad, so sad)
They struck the museum like a hurricane (sad, so sad)
All of our culture, it's dead and it's gone (sad, so sad)
From Babylon, baby, back to Babylon (sad, so sad)

There's stuff you find along the way and stuff you leave behind
And it all ends up as stuff that you can buy
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon

In old Baghdad, they're dusting off the antiques (sad, so sad)
It's the fourteenth Guernica we've had this week (sad, so sad)
I got twenty-five dollars for a Persian vase (sad, so sad)
Hold the critique, I think I'll go large (sad, so sad)

That stuff inside your houses and that stuff behind your eyes
Well, it all ends up as stuff that you can buy
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon

They're building a tower out of wrappers and cans (sad, so sad)
Now we speak in a language that we all understand (sad, so sad)
T-t-t-t-toungue-tied and starry-eyed (sad, so sad)
It's the ancient history of old school ties (sad, so sad)

There's stuff dressed up as truth and then there's stuff dressed up as lies
And it all ends up as stuff that you can buy
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon
On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon

Everything You Know Is Wrong lyrics - Chumbawamba

It's like the time that this, uh, minister in Indiana claimed that the theme song for Mr. Ed, that old television show (yeah) about the talking horse (mmhmm), if you played the Mr. Ed theme song backwards it said "Satan is the source"

Misinformation
Misinformation

Taking scissors to play (beep) with the black vote down in Flordia
Coloured pens and (beep) for sexing up the (beep)
I'm the someone who knew (beep) and I'm telling pre-September
I lean on (beep) in the loop to help them un-remember

I was flying on UA 93
That shadow in the footage, it was probably me
I'm the rumour, I'm the doubt, I'm the lie
But you wouldn't stand near me if you didn't want to die

Everything you know is wrong (misinformation)
There's a verse missing out of this song (misinformation)
Everything you know is wrong (misinformation)
Wrong wrong, wrong wrong

I was there when they landed on the moon
In a studio in Kentucky in June
I've got Kennedy's brain in a jar
If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't laugh so hard

Everything you know is wrong (misinformation)
There's a verse missing out of this song (misinformation)
Everything you know is wrong (misinformation)
Wrong wrong, wrong wrong

In the canteen down at Columbine with the bags they never found
Striking matches up at Waco when they burned it to the ground
Without me Oklahoma wasn't possible at all
See my silhouette in the Super 8, around the grassy knoll

Everything you know is wrong (misinformation)
There's a verse missing out of this song (misinformation)
Everything you know is wrong (misinformation)
Wrong wrong, wrong wrong

Everything you know is wrong (misinformation)
There's a missing out of this song (misinformation)
Everything you know is wrong (misinformation)
Wrong wrong, wrong wrong

Roger flight, we're go, he's got some, uh, nice elevated rings, which we expected, and, uh, he's really speeded it up but he looks great, let's go

Wrong wrong
Wrong wrong
Wrong wrong

I was in Paris in the underpass (wrong wrong)
I'm the FO sponsored super-grass (wrong wrong)
I'm Charlie Thrush in Minnesota (wrong wrong)
And I smuggled hep across the border (wrong wrong)
Stole Danny Casolaro's memoirs (wrong wrong)
Out the acid in the reservoirs (wrong wrong)
I'm Ron Brown's body on a T-43 (wrong wrong)
And I hid those missing WMDs (wrong wrong)

What did the president know, when did he know it?

Everything you know is, everything you know
Everything you know is, everything you know
Everything you know is, everything you know
Everything you know is, everything you know

Be With You lyrics - Chumbawamba

The future glints like the moon on an old slate roof
And everything you say sounds like the truth
The things you did made half my dreams come true
And I wanted to be with you
And I wanted to be with you

Sing your songs of what could be
Of all the things you brought back home to me

And I wonder what the papers are going to say
Another actress, another war, another day
But everything's changed, the world woke up today
And I wanted to be with you
And I wanted to be with you

Sing your songs of what could be
Draw the world for those who couldn't see

And I wanted to be with you

When Fine Society Sits Down To Dine lyrics - Chumbawamba

With her friends on a road less travelled
On a journey of do's and dares
Looking back on a fear of leaving
And forgetting how it felt to be scared
There are those paying fancy prices
To pretend they have fancy lives
But at every charity banquet
The majority stay outside

We play to a packed gallery
We smile for the CCTV
We're making our own history
When fine society sits down to dine
Remember that someone is pissing in the wine
Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine
Remember that someone is pissing in the wine

She'd love to be dancing the tango
And she traces the steps in her mind
You can tell by the snap of her fingers
That she moves to a different time
Where all the quiet submission
Is smeared in lipstick red
And every act is a crime of passion
"That's not all she wrote," she said
"That's not all she wrote," she said
"That's not all she wrote," she said
"That's not all she wrote," she said

We play to a packed gallery
We smile for the CCTV
We're making our own history
When fine society sits down to dine
Remember that someone is pissing in the wine
Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine
Remember that someone is pissing in the wine

When fine society sits down to dine
Remember that someone is pissing in the wine
Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine
Remember that someone is pissing in the wine

When fine society sits down to dine
Remember that someone is pissing in the wine
Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine
Remember that someone is pissing in the wine

A Man Walks Into A Bar lyrics - Chumbawamba

A man walks into a bar, he says, "Give me a Bacardi and Coke!"
The Back o' Beyond Repair welcomes the broken and the broke
Blather hitches a ride on the back of second-hand smoke
And the man, well, he'll be the punchline in someone else's joke

I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more

A man walks into a think-tank full of hooch and future sales
Mixing wish lists with extention plans re: Guantanamo jail
Smell the solid beech, and a whiff of cannot fail
And a gilt-tray chock with goblets dripping cut-throat cocktails

And they drink a toast to Florida and all its air-conditioned hum
And they damn the health of Cuba and they damn its bona fide rum
He sucks a kalamata olive, spits out the stone
And he mimics crushing people between forefinger and thumb

I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more

The first man wakes up in the same bar, but it's different, as in a dream
In fact it's someone else's dream, clean sheets and new regime
Fidel burns as Nero roams, "Give the bar a zip code!"
"See you..." "Si... C.U.", and it's one more for the road

I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more

Buy Nothing Day lyrics - Chumbawamba

I woke up this morning, my temperature high (buy, buy, buy)
"I'll never buy nothing again," I lied (buy, buy, buy)
My doctor, he told me to stay out of town (buy, buy, buy)
He said, "affluenza will get you down" (buy, buy, buy)

What did you do in the war, dad? What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street, I'm not coming in anymore

There's a price tag on me and there's sick on the floor (buy, buy, buy)
We're buying up anything we can't afford (buy, buy, buy)
Wherever I go, I keep hearing this voice (buy, buy, buy)
Saying "choose what you want" but there's so little choice (buy, buy, buy)

What did you do in the war, dad? What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street, I'm not coming in anymore

Give it a rest

There's dumb moves behind me and bad debts above (buy, buy, buy)
I pawned my affections and still got no love (buy, buy, buy)
My heart and my pocket will say it's unfair (buy, buy, buy)
I'm unlearning the cost of this laissez-faire (buy, buy, buy)

What did you do in the war, dad? What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street, I'm not coming in anymore
What did you do in the war, dad? What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street, I'm not coming in anymore

November twenty-three is buy nothing day

Following You lyrics - Chumbawamba

Lilac growing up the walls
This sunny afternoon is ours, after all
The sip, sip, sip of the dripping tap
Raise the pirate flag and laugh

This town, as ugly as sin
Hidden from our secret garden
We make it up as we go along
Sometimes it turns into a song, this song

Don't ask me what needs doin'
When there is so much to do
Don't ask me where I'm goin'
'Cause I'm just followin' you, followin' you

We took back this bit of space
And made it into a different place
Now there's a promise in your eyes
And there'll be breakfast when you rise

Don't ask me what needs doin'
When there is so much to do
Don't ask me where I'm goin'
'Cause I'm just followin' you, followin' you

Don't ask me what needs doin'
When there is so much to do
Don't ask me where I'm goin'
'Cause I'm just followin' you, followin' you

We Don't Want To Sing Along lyrics - Chumbawamba

Tap, tap, tap in the chatrooms
We're learning how to make a bomb
Hmm, well whatever
We don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

Oh Marilyn, she'll desert me
Telling me I was wrong
She's all lipstick and instinct for money
But we don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

Listen to the bullies singing
To prove that they all belong
You'd better watch your step, bully
'Cause we don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

I Did It For Alfie lyrics - Chumbawamba

Rejoice, just rejoice at that news
This girl has got the midlife blues
She lost her favourite marble again
It rolled down the nearest drain

A swing to the right and she's under attack
Much-sought-after property, completely detached
Plunging at the neck and daring at the back
And everybody says she looks better like that

Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that

Rejoice, just rejoice at that news
This girl was split completely in two
Trevor, knock me down with a feather
In the United Kingdom of Whatever

With a clean-cut center parting and a bloodrush to the head
"You won't get any older, dear," is what the stylist said
It's elegant bold and striking, she'll never need a hat
And everybody says she looks better like that

Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that

Alfie, I did it for Alfie
Alfie, I did it for Alfie
Alfie, I did it for Alfie

Rebel Code lyrics - Chumbawamba

Dreaming that you're quietly driving by
Waking, wiping sleep out of your eyes
Watching firry cocktails in the sky
Rebel code, rebel code

Huddled in the cellars underground
They're tapping out a code to bring you down
Hacking into every home in town
Rebel code, rebel code

One mic (one mic), three chords (three chords), our memories stored
Rebel code
One song (one song), two words (two words), no chance to get bored
Rebel code

Stalin waits forever at the gate
We simplify, we complicate
The urge to break, the need to recreate
Rebel code, rebel code

Changing everything that they were taught
Alcohol and fire and ones and noughts
Something in the water and the bones
Rebel code, rebel code

One mic (one mic), three chords (three chords), our memories stored
Rebel code
One song (one song), two words (two words), no chance to get bored
Rebel code

"English Rebel Songs 1381-1984" (2003)

• The Cutty Wren lyrics - Chumbawamba
• The Diggers Song lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Colliers March lyrics - Chumbawamba
• The Triumph Of General Ludd lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Chartist Anthem lyrics - Chumbawamba
• The Bad Squire lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Song On The Times lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Smashing The Van lyrics - Chumbawamba
• The World Turned Upside Down lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Poverty Knock lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Idris Strike Song lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Coal Not Dole lyrics - Chumbawamba

The Cutty Wren lyrics - Chumbawamba

Oh where are you going? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose
We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose
We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose
And what will you do there? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose
We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose
We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose
Oh how will you cut him up? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose
With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose
With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose
And who´ll get the spare ribs? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose
We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose
We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose

The Diggers Song lyrics - Chumbawamba

You noble diggers all stand up now, stand up now
You noble diggers all stand up now
The wasteland to maintain sin [?] cavaliers by name
Your digging does maintain and persons all defame
Stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now
Your houses they pull down to fright your men in town
But the gentry must come down and the poor shall wear the crown
Stand up now diggers all
With spades and hoes and plows stand up now, stand up now
With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now
Your freedom to uphold sin [?] cavaliers are bold
To kill you if they could and rights from you to hold
Stand up now diggers all
The gentry are all round stand up now, stand up now
The gentry are all round stand up now
The gentry are all round on each side the are found
Their wisdom so profound to cheat us of our ground
Stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now
To rescue they advise, such fury they devise, the devil in them lies
And hath blinded both their eyes
Stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now
The clergy they come in and say it is a sin
That we should now begin our freedom for to win
Stand up now diggers all
'Gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now stand up now
'Gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now
For tyrants they are both, even flat against their oath
To grant us they are loathe free meat and drink and cloth
Stand up now diggers all
The club is all their law, stand up now stand up now
The club is all their law, stand up now
The club is all their law, to keep all men in awe
That they no vision saw to maintain such a law
Stand up now diggers all

Colliers March lyrics - Chumbawamba

The summer was over the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find
The times were oppressive and well it be known
That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down
'Twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out
With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout
The prince of the party who revelled from home
Was a terrible fellow and called Irish Thom
He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill
And close to his elbow was placed Bonny [?] Will
Their instantly followed a numerous train
As cheerful as bold Robin Hood's merry men
Sworn to remedy a capital fault
And bring down the exorbitant price of the malt
From Dudley to Walso [?] they trippet [?] along
And Hampton was truly alarmed at the throng
Women and children wherever they go
Shouting out 'Oh the brave Dudley boys! Oh!'
With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined
The markets to lower their flattering design
Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get
Little else at their meals but potatos to eat
For bread hard they labor, good things never carve
And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve
Such other feelings in every land
Nothing necessities coal can withstand
And riots are certain to sadden the year
When six penny loaves are three pound as up here

The Triumph Of General Ludd lyrics - Chumbawamba

No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood
His feats I do little admire
I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd
Now the hero of Nottinghamshire.

Brave Ludd was to measures of violence unused
'till his sufferings became so severe
That at last to defend his own interest he rose
And for the great fight did prepare.

The guilty may fear but no vengeance he aims
At the honest man's life or estate
His wrath is entirely confined to wide frames
And to those that would prices abate.

Those engines of mischief were sentenced to die
By unanimous vote of the trade
And Ludd who can all opposition defy
Was the grand executioner made.

And when in the work he destruction employs
Himself to no method confines
By fire and by water he gets them destroyed
For the elements aid his designs.

Whether guarded by soldiers along the highway
Or closely secured in a room
He shivers them up by night and by day
And nothing can soften their doom.

Ye may censure great Ludd's disrespect for the laws
Who ne'er for a moment reflects
That foul imposition alone was the cause
Which produced these unhappy effects.

Let the haughty the humble no longer oppress
Then shall Ludd sheath his conquering sword
His grievances instantly meet with redress
Then peace shall be quickly restored.

Let the wise and the great lend their aid and advice
Nor e'er their assistance withdraw
Till full-fashioned work at the old-fashioned price
Is established by custom and law.

Then the trade when this arduous contest is o'er
Shall raise in full splendor its head
And colting and cutting and swearing no more
Shall deprive all his workers of bread.

Chartist Anthem lyrics - Chumbawamba

A hundred years, a thousand years, we're marching on the road
The going isn't easy yet, we've got a heavy load, oh we've got a heavy load
The way is blind with blood and sweat, and death sings in our ears
But time is marching on our side, we will defeat the years, oh we will defeat the years
We men of bone of shrunken shank, our only treasure doth,
Women who carry at their breast heirs to the hungry earth, oh heirs to the hungry earth
Speak with one voice, we march, we rest, and march again upon the years
Sons of our sons are listening to hear the Chartist cheers
Oh, to hear the Chartists cheers

The Bad Squire lyrics - Chumbawamba

The merry brown hares came a-leaping
Over the crest of the hill
Where the clover and corn lay a-sleeping
Under the moonlight so still
Leaping so late and so early
‘Till under their bite and their tread
The swedes and the wheat and the barley
Lay cankered and trampled and dead

A poacher's poor widow sat sighing
On the side of the moss-patterned bank
Where under the gloom of the fir-woods
One acre of ground laying rank
She watched over barely grown clover
Where rabbit or hare never ran
For the ground that it all covered over
Hid the blood of a good murdered man

She thought of the shaded plantation
And the hares and her husband's own blood
And the voice of her own indignation
Rose up to the throne of her God
There's blood on your new foreign shrubs, Squire
There's blood on your pointer's cold feet
There's blood on the game that you sell Squire
And there's blood on the game that you eat

You have sold out the labouring man, Squire
Both body and soul for to shame
To pay for your seat in the House, Squire
And to pay for the feed of your game
You made him a poacher yourself, Squire
When you'd give not the work nor the meat
And your barley-fed hares robbed the garden
At our starving poor little one's feet

When packed into one tiny chamber
Man, mother and little ones lay
While the rain pattered in on our bride bed
And the walls barely held out the day
When we lay in the heat of the fever
On the mud and the clay of the floor
‘Till you parted us all for three months, Squire
And we knocked at the working house door

So to kennels and liveried varlets
Where you starved your own daughter of bread
And worn out with liquor and harlots
See your heirs at your feet lying dead
When you follow them into your heaven
And your soul rots asleep in the grave
Then Squire, you will not be forgiven
By the free men you took as your slaves

Song On The Times lyrics - Chumbawamba

You working men of England one moment now attend
While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land
For nowadays the factory lords have brought the labour low
And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow

So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

There's different parts in Ireland, it's true what I do state
There's hundreds that are starving for they can't get food to eat
And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief
They bang their door all in their face as if they were a thief

So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

Alas how altered are the times, rich men despise the poor
And pay them off without remorse, quite scornful at their door
And if a man is out of work his Parish pay is small
Enough to starve himself and wife, his children and all

So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

So to conclude and finish these few verses I have made
I hope to see before it's long men for their labour paid
Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes
Before we do old England must pay us what she owes

So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

Smashing The Van lyrics - Chumbawamba

Attend you gallant Irishmen and listen for a while
I'll sing to you the praises of the sons of Erin's Isle
It's of those gallant heroes who voluntarily ran
To release two Irish shamrocks from an English prison van
The eighteenth of September it was in that dreadful year
When sorrow and excitement ran throughout all Lancashire
At a gathering of the Irish boys they volunteered each man
To release those Irish prisoners out of the prison van

[Chorus]
Hurrah! My lads for freedom
Let's all join heart and hand
May the Lord have mercy on the boys
That helped to smash the van

In Manchester one morning those good heroes did agree
Their leaders, Kelly and Deasy, should have their liberty
They drank a health to Ireland and soon made up a plan
To meet the prisoners on the road and take and smash the van

[Chorus]

With courage bold those heroes went and soon the van did stop
They cleared the guards from back and front and then smashed in the top
But in blowing open of the lock they chanced to kill a man
So three men must die on the scaffold high for smashing of the van

[Chorus]

So now kind friends I will conclude I think it would be right
That all true hearted Irish men together should unite
Together should sympathise my friends and do the best we can
To keep the memories evergreen of the boys that smashed the van

[Chorus]

The World Turned Upside Down lyrics - Chumbawamba

Through eating too much supper
Before I went to bed
Strange thoughts came o'er my slumber
Strange thoughts came in my head

This world was topsy-turvy
And people of renown
Were doing the most peculiar things
As they world turned upside down

I dreamt all men were equal
And there were no starving poor
And nations never did quarrel
Nor never went to war

I dreamt all men were angels
And women ne'er wore a frown
Old maids they had large families
As the world turned upside down

Poverty Knock lyrics - Chumbawamba

[Chorus]
'Poverty poverty knock,' my loom is a saying all day
Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay
Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock
I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, 'poverty poverty knock'
Up every morning at five, I wonder that we keep alive
Tired and yawning another cold morning
It's back to the dreary old drive.
[Repeat chorus]
Oh dear we're going to be late
Gaffer is stood at the gate
We're out of pocket, our wages they'll docket
We'll have to buy grub on the slate
[Repeat chorus]
And when our wages they bring, we're often short of a string
While we are fighting with gaffer for snatching
We know to his brass he will cling
[Repeat chorus]
Sometimes a shuttle flies out
and gives some poor woman a clout
There she lies bleeding but nobody's heeding
Oh who's going to carry her out?
[Repeat chorus]
Oh dear, my poor head it sings
I should have woven three strings
My threads are breaking and my back is aching
Oh dear, I wish I had wings
Poverty poverty knock
Poverty poverty knock
Poverty poverty knock

Idris Strike Song lyrics - Chumbawamba

Have you been to work at Idris?
No we won't go in today!
For we're standing by our comrade
And we'll never run away
She stood bravely by the Union
And she spoke up for us true
And if she gets the sack
No we never shall go back
What e'er they do, what e'er they do
Now you boys who're washing bottles
It really is a shame
To take the place of women
Don't you think you are to blame?
Come with us and join the Union
Never heed what Idris say
We are out to right the wrong
And now we shan't be long
Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray
Master Willy, master Willy
You must give in once again
It was wrong to sack a woman
With two children to maintain
Thirteen years she's faithful served you
Though she was three minutes late
But our little sister Anne
Why she never checked the man
At the gate, at the gate
Oh you great king in the palace
And you statesman at the top
When you're drinking soda water
Or imbibing ginger pop
Think of some who work at Idris
For very little pay
And who only get nine bob
For a most unpleasant job
Alackaday, alackaday
Now then girls all join the Union
Whatever you may be
In pickles, jam, or chocolates
Or packing pounds of tea
For we all want better wages
And this is what we say
'We are out to right the wrong'
'And now we shan't be long'
'Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray'

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

Coal Not Dole lyrics - Chumbawamba

They stand so proud, the wheels so still
A ghost-like figure on the hill
It seems so strange there is no sound
Now there are no men underground
What will become of this pit yard?
Where men once trampled faces hard
So tired and weary their shift's done
Never having seen the sun
There'll always be a happy hour
For those with money, jobs and power
They'll never realise the hurt
They cause to men they treat like dirt
Will it become a sacred ground?
Foreign tourists gazing round
Asking if men once worked here
Way beneath this pit-head gear
Empty trucks once filled with coal
Lined up like men on the dole
Will they ever be used again?
Or left for scrap just like the men?
There'll always be a happy hour
For those with money, jobs and power
They'll never realise the hurt
They cause to men they treat like dirt

"Readymades" (2002)

• Salt Fare, North Sea lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Jacob's Ladder lyrics - Chumbawamba
• All In Vain lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Home With Me lyrics - Chumbawamba
• If It Is To Be, It Is Up To Me lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Don't Try This At Home lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Song For Len Shackleton lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Without Reason Or Rhyme (The Killing Of Harry Stanley) lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Don't Pass Go lyrics - Chumbawamba
• One Way Or The Other lyrics - Chumbawamba
• When I'm Bad lyrics - Chumbawamba
• Sewing Up Crap lyrics - Chumbawamba
• After Shelley lyrics - Chumbawamba

Salt Fare, North Sea lyrics - Chumbawamba

Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea

Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea

Roll on, roll off
With these words I drown
Topmast secured
Hatches battened down
Sometimes I think
It must be different on land
But from the mast I can only see tyrants
Still in command

Fish and chip supper
Battered, no bones
Hung, drawn and quartered
Drifting alone
One thousand lashes
For the Age of Reason
Salt for your wounds
When the cod's in season

Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea

We reach the horizon
And sail over the edge
Drunk on our memories
More sober than a judge
I'm wasting time
That I can't afford
I know I'd die on the gallows
Before I'd die of being bored

Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
Salt fare, North Sea
Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
Salt fare, North Sea
Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
Salt fare, North Sea
Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
Salt fare, North Sea
Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
Salt fare, North Sea
Drifting alone, drifting alone, drifting alone
Salt fare, North Sea

Jacob's Ladder lyrics - Chumbawamba

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

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

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

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

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"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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
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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]