Chumbawamba

[fox69]

"Mary, Mary"

"Mary, Mary"


[Spoken:] the Hail Mary

No virgin me
For I have sinned
I sold my soul
For sex and gin

Go call a priest
All meek and mild
And tell him, "Mary
Is no more a child."

It's raining stones
It's raining bile
Throw in the luxury
Of your denial

So I don't deny
I don't make do
I'll press alarms
Place bets on truth

I'm so up and down
And I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now I'm growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary? [x5]

[Spoken:] the Hail Mary

I'll spit on floors
And do more drugs
Burn every bill
Get drunk on love

Wear next to nothing
In the pouring rain
Be a bad example
And do it all again

I'll be uncareful
I'll cause such scenes
And I'll never talk
Of used-to-be's

Tattoo my face
I won't go grey
Be a dancing queen
I'm growing old disgracefully

I'm so up and down
And I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now I'm growing old disgracefully

Whatever happened to Mary? [x9]

Mary, Mary, Mary, quite contrary [x12]

[Spoken:] the Hail Mary [played backwards]

 

[fox69]

"Menwith Hill"

"Menwith Hill"


Here we are at Menwith Hill
they dug a hole on land not theirs.
filled with computers called Menwith Hill:
7 floors down, hidden from view,
official secret, don't let us know
how they spend money whilst people starve.
They call it progress, "this year's thing"
1984 - they're listening in -
Technology made them robot people!
They tap our phones, record our lives;
Destroy the TRUST that we should all SHARE!

[Spoken word piece]

Listening to everything that we say.
silencing the little that we can say.
watching what we do in every way.
But they can't hear desire and they
can't see though
they can't see the traces of the spark
inside me
wanting to be free.

 

[fox69]

"Missed"

"Missed"



Walking down the street on my own
Lost in the world of my headphones

Uhhhuuhuu...
Safe inside the boom and the hiss

Marking out the time with my feet
The d and the s of the beat

Uhhhuuhuu...
Wondering if there's something that I missed

 

[fox69]

"Money Money Money"

"Money Money Money"


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.

 

[fox69]

"Morality Play In Three Acts"

"Morality Play In Three Acts"



Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors, be upstanding, for men of yore. But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ha ha! Serves him right.
Act two, a new New England, watch the good seed grow. But who is this miss out-of-wedlock, with children of her own? Enter witch finder general, of melancholy humor, and irascible power, all dressed in goody-goody two shoes, pulling the heads of flowers. 'Let this be,' said he, 'a lesson, your dirty linen is your own reflection.' Said I, 'Somehow it just doesn't wash, away with your petty inquisition. In the vernacular, most unkind sir, f**k with me and you will see the flesh and blood and bone, the black eye of thine enemy.' Dance, dance.
Act three, 'I am the lord of the dance,' said he. John the Baptist, dripping wet, playing sir politick-would-be. Backslapping, backsliding, back to basic instincs, backfiring. By your own choice you're on a hiding to nothing, I ask you which is more comforting? The thought that I am bad seed, gone to seed, turned sour by TV sex and violence. Or even worse, am I unleashed by my own volition to do you ill? 'Condemn a little more, understand a little less.' Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha ha! I am Prometheus, prepare thee to meet thy nemesis.

 

[fox69]

"More Whitewashing"

"More Whitewashing"



Children in school forced to the desk
Finger the atlas and study the text
Lies and opinion presented as fact
Taught to accept and never to ask

Those smiling workers in Ladybird books
They're not picking coffee at all
They're busy with bricks and mortar
Building the company wall

Flickering pictures hypnotize
We spend our lives watching others' lives
Too much watching to realize
That this is a smokescreen
And this is why people die

Those smiling news presenters
They're not reading cue cards at all
They're busy with brush and bucket
Whitewashing the company wall

Set yourself up and play it again
Force the tears and entertain
Sing about a world of make believe
Force this charity and leave

Rich people who claim to know
What's wrong with this world
Can't know anything at all
They're busy giving the orders
For us to build their second homes

Flickering pictures hypnotize
Flickering pictures hypnotize

And we who take the orders
And refuse to question it all
We're busy with spade and Bible
Burying the poor, burying the poor

Mass manufactured and given away
Blinkers to get you through your day
So you'll never ever know to what extent you're involved
Easily fooled, all your problems solved

You'll say starvation has nothing to do with you
You saw it in print, so it must be true
And the documentary explained it all
It's a simple matter of birth control

And if you send a little money, you can sleep tonight
Or starve in sympathy on a Limmits Diet
And you know that charity cures malnutrition
And hunger put the sparkle back in television

Hunger put the sparkle back in television
Hunger put the sparkle back in television

 

[fox69]

"Morning After (The Night Before)"

"Morning After (The Night Before)"



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Moses With A Gun"

"Moses With A Gun"



Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son
Walks in whistling Casey Jones
Moses with a gun
Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son
Round and round and ad infinitum

 

[fox69]

"Mouthful Of Shit"

"Mouthful Of Shit"



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

 

[fox69]

"Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public"

"Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public"


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]