Chumbawamba piosenki

Here comes Nicholas, fiddle in hand, into a world that he can't understand. You can't keep pace with the master race, his feet they're going all over the place - he can't see his moves cos there's egg on his face. Dance, idiot, dance! His body's as stiff...

Man found dead in armchair Sitting next to wife transfixed and knitting Channel stays unchanged They dumbly watch, don't make a sound They're force-fed shit From breakfast-time To the closedown T.V. tells them what to be And what to say and what to do How t...

Give me land, lots of land under starry skies above Don't fence me in Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don't fence me in Let me be by myself in the easy breeze And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees Set me up forever but I ask...

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 h...

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...

Eat, sleep and crap For to prey on your needs Down a dark street In backwater Leeds I seen yer comin' Come in, lads! You seen the ad? Too bad, bad, bad What you get Is what you see It's a trickledown theory And it's coming to me Life's a whip-round And I've g...

All the runners running downhill All the throwers with strap-on muscles Gold, silver, and bronze To the designer-drugs and anabolic steroids Random testing doesn’t exist No promoters will take the risk Street-price injection for a personal best Praise to Roche...

Are you happy here In Themepark, U.K.? And do you sometimes wish That your life was plug and play? And are the words to this song Concise enough to follow? Is your smart food Simple enough to swallow? We're dumbing down Dumb-dee-dumb-dumb Dumbing down Dumb-d...

One, two, one, two, three, four Things were rather different in great grandfather's day He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay He took everything they owned and yet still demanded more He did a bloody good job in taming the poor...

Theyre the bosses of tomorrow Theyre called the fcs Fascist conservative sheep Who claim to know whats best Tied to dads finances And only just out of school They want progressive capitalism And imperialist rule And it just goes to show That higher education I...

Listen close to this crooked mouth For my story I will tell–o Lived in Mexico by the name of Wenseslao Moguel–o Left my home in Santiago The heart of the city of Merida Served with my brothers and sisters all For the army of Pancho Villa Stand me strai...

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. D...

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...

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 Misinform...

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 r...

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

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...

(Is she really going out with him? Not anymore!) Georgina's cooking supper for her husband All her friends are coming 'round to see the show Because the thief she calls a husband won't be hungry When he sees what's on the end of his fork Georgina isn't askin...

[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 t...

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 that's as close as h...