Chumbawamba

[fox69]

"Slag Aid"

"Slag Aid"


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]

 

[fox69]

"Slap!"

"Slap!"



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!

 

[fox69]

"Smalltown"

"Smalltown"



And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
(To ruin your tomorrows)
Below suspicion
Cafes full of people dressed as spies
And all I know
(Is guilt for being different)

It's always raining stones
(There's a killer in the home)
In a small town
Everybody looks the same
(There are unwritten rules)
(Unspoken words)
Should I pack my fear and go?

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

And every morning comes too soon
(All your nights are sleepless)
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
(There are unwritten rules)
(Unspoken words)
Should I pack my fear and go?

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

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

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

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

(Please sir, I want some more)

 

[fox69]

"Smart Bomb"

"Smart Bomb"



Rain on me o friendly fire
Smart bomb!
Me 'n' Audrey gonna sing it for ya
Smart bomb!
A headache pill to die for
Smart bomb!
From all participating stores
Smart bomb!
Oooh
Smart bomb!
Shine on me o benign virus
Smart bomb!
Uranium from Arms-R-Us
Smart bomb!
Here's something for your first-born
Smart bomb!
George Bush Junior, sing-along
Smart bomb!
Oooh
Smart bomb!
You mean you're telling me here when you get coffee you have to pay for each cup?
Yep.
Donny is that a high-end cut or a mid-range cut?

 

[fox69]

"Smash Clause 29!"

"Smash Clause 29!"



Oscar Wilde, Oscar Wilde, can you tell me where you've been?
I've been down to London town to pay a visit to the Queen.
Oscar Wilde, Oscar Wilde, can you tell me what you saw?
I saw the Queen and all her coutiers cooking up new laws;
I saw the corridors of power, with closets wall-to-wall;
And I saw the truth, the truth, behind the Emperor's new Clause!
So you burn the books, and close your eyese to every other possibility-- you got to keep your job for collaborating with the enemy. You keep throwing stones though your house is made of glass; you've helped to make McCarthyism popular, at last.
Blessed are the moralists, the Judges, the patriarchs. Blessed are the gutter-press, the AIDS-joke comedians. Praise to the guilt-mongerers, the fear-builders, the sin-fetishists.
Glory, glory, halleluia, His truth is marching on
One in ten driven underground, divisions getting wider. Hide your inclination behind a straight face and a Bible. Third Reich morality, and if the cap doesn't fit, there's a designer label for hypocrites.
Here comes the officer, knocking on your door. He's got a care order in the pocket of his uniform. Where's Radclyffe Hall? Now is the time to tear up clause 29!
Here comes the preacher checking your soul. Too late sir, I'd rather fall. We'll eat your bread and we'll drink your wine, and still tear up clause 29! Here comes the judge, hammer in hand, but we've all gone deaf to bigots' commands. Our justice will cross the thin blue line and tear up clause 29!
Here comes a brick, heading your way. A concrete opinion says all I want to say. Save your own soul, mine will be fine, once we've shredded clause 29.

 

[fox69]

"Smashing The Van"

"Smashing The Van"


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]

 

[fox69]

"Smith And Taylor"

"Smith And Taylor"



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

 

[fox69]

"Snip Snip Snip"

"Snip Snip Snip"



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.

 

[fox69]

"Social Dogma"

"Social Dogma"



I'm just scraping the social dogma from the bottom of my soul
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
Can you name him?
We'll bring you the answer when we come back

 

[fox69]

"Solid Gold Easy Action"

"Solid Gold Easy Action"


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