Chumbawamba

[fox69]

"EMI/HMV"

"EMI/HMV"



HMV, in their moral righteousness, refuse to sell records which contain four-letter words as they are regarded as obscene and in bad taste, and yet Thorn-EMI, their parent company, manufacture and export weapons of war and instruments of torture worldwide.
Does that cause public outcry?
Does it fuck.

 

[fox69]

"Enough Is Enough"

"Enough Is Enough"


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

 

[fox69]

"Everything You Know Is Wrong"

"Everything You Know Is Wrong"



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

 

[fox69]

"Fade Away (I Don't Want To)"

"Fade Away (I Don't Want To)"



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

 

[fox69]

"Fine Line"

"Fine Line"



Those who stand accused
And those who point the finger
Are closer than you want to believe.

 

[fox69]

"Following You"

"Following You"



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

 

[fox69]

"Georgina"

"Georgina"


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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Get Off My Cloud"

"Get Off My Cloud"


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

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

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

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

[CHORUS]

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

[PRE-CHORUS]

[CHORUS 2x]

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

[PRE-CHORUS]

[CHORUS 2x]

[CHORUS & PRE-CHORUS 4x]

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Give The Anarchist A Cigarette"

"Give The Anarchist A Cigarette"


Albert! Bobby! For gods sake burn it down!

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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Hammer, Stirrup & Anvil"

"Hammer, Stirrup & Anvil"



Our Glorious Leader
Declares by decree:
'The music of the Glorious State from this time on will be
Square-jawed and dreary
For the good of us all.'
Hammer, stirrup and anvil under state control

My name is Dimitri
Man of some renown
In this symphony of spies I keep my ear to the ground
Stave, crochet and quaver
Under the editor's scrawl
Hammer, stirrup and anvil under state control

An operetta for our leader
A quartet for the drawer
He gets the rank cantatas
And I keep the score
A libretto for the death camps
Some day you'll hear them all
Hammer, stirrup and anvil under state control
Hammer, stirrup and anvil under state control