Chumbawamba

[fox69]

"Someone Else"

"Someone Else"


For someone
To drop that bomb

Someone else must play a part
A link in the chain eight hours a day
Never thinking of morality
Follow commands, blindly obey

Someone else
Could it be you?
Think about what you do
And for who
Who
Who

Someone else must tell the lies
For someone else to make the laws
For someone else to do research
For someone else to make that bomb

Someone else
Could it be you?
Think about what you do

Making money, making weapons
Filthy fingers in filthy pies
Investing, buying
And financing
Company profits built on lies
Lies
Lies
Lies
Lies [repeat until end of song]

They use their lies
To get their heavy work done
They use their lies
To get their heavy work done

 

[fox69]

"Sometimes Plunder"

"Sometimes Plunder"


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

 

[fox69]

"Song For Len Shackleton"

"Song For Len Shackleton"



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"

 

[fox69]

"Song Of The Mother In Debt"

"Song Of The Mother In Debt"



I'm always waiting
I'm sick of waiting
For the day my luck will change
I've spent enough time
In queues and bread lines
In hope of better days
These thieves and scroungers
And lazy bastards
If I move they'll steal my place
Steal like this State does

And who's to blame us
When none of us can pay?
Will heaven's angels
Pull out the rent books
And ask me how I'll pay?
Behind their big desks
Misspell my kids' names
And file my life away?

I knock on doors
See curtains move
Time wins wars each name is proof
I could tell tales
The tricks they use
Cut no ice, I take what's due
There are worse tasks
Than door to door
I take pride in taking more
I watch my back
Dark alleyways
When doubt calls I bank my wage
No easy choice:
The devil's boat or cruel sea?
I took the boat
When I knock knock at Peter's gate
Will he ask if I can pay?

Test the water feel the ground
Send the tax collectors round
Fill the coffers pound by pound
A surer way to keep in line
The rabble who spend half their time
Wishing they could have what's mine
Stamping on the people's hands
This is where I'll make my stand
This is how I'll rule this land
I'll push and push a little more
I'll push and goad and tease the poor
A good excuse to fight my war
The war between have-nots and haves
My little game of smash and grab
Turn the screw increase the tax
Friend or foe, who goes there?
Turns his coat and takes the rear
Sings the Red Flag once a year.

I've got this dream home
I'm queuing up for
In freshly dug brown earth
One thing I can swear
Before I get there
I'll kill the taxman first

 

[fox69]

"Song On The Times"

"Song On The Times"



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

 

[fox69]

"Stagnation"

"Stagnation"



Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die fo...
A dog stares into a gramaphone trumpet
Waits for his call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
Look a little closer, the dog is a man
Working on the factory floor as hard as he can
The trumpets is a loudspeaker, fixed into the roof
The man can hear His Master's Voice
And it always tells the truth
The man obeys his master, and carries out his work
And of course he is rewarded with bonuses and perks
You see, they have an understanding
And this is it:
The man stands under his master
Whilst his master has a shit

 

[fox69]

"Stairway To Heaven"

"Stairway To Heaven"


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

 

[fox69]

"Stitch That!"

"Stitch That!"



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

 

[fox69]

"Storm"

"Storm"



There's a storm
In every port
There's a storm

There's a storm
In every port

In Liverpool or South Georgia
Listen to the words of a bribed reporter

Propaganda keeps us dumb
Believing all the shit that we read in The Sun

There's a storm
In every port
There's a storm

There's a storm
In every port

People die
We don't ask why
We're passive and we're happy
And we're fed on lies

We have to try!

There's a storm
In every port
There's a storm

There's a storm
In every port

Yeah...

 

[fox69]

"Streets"

"Streets"


The streets are full of Argentinians,
the pubs a closing, out come the para's in t-shirts
WHO WILL BE FIRST INTO PORT STANLEY
who be into Port Stanley...

[Spoken word piece]

The streets are full of Russians,
disguise as women and homo-sexuals
[?]
together in the streets, [?]
Ahhhhhhhh!!!!

[Spoken word piece]

The streets are full Irish children...