Chumbawamba piosenki

Same seven notes and some slag poet's quotes Stick them together with glue You can mix a fine cocktail from memories And pretend what you're drinking is new But there's nothing that's new under heaven [Chorus] There's nothing that hasn't been done Pour me anot...

Mr Kokoschka, it just happened again (sad, so sad) They struck the museum like a hurricane (sad, so sad) All of our culture, it's dead and it's gone (sad, so sad) From Babylon, baby, back to Babylon (sad, so sad) There's stuff you find along the way and stuff...

Pontius Pilate came to our town Up to the dockyards to see the picket line We asked him to help but he just turned around He's the leader of the union now Leader of the union All of our questions he ignored He washed his hands and he dreamt of his reward A se...

Peace won't come Peace won't come Peace won't come by words alone There's a world in front of you You've only got a certain space to go I go to me factory and come back That's supposed to be my bit of seeing the world The whole world in front of you The whole...

Outsider Outsider Outsider Outsider... I'm not alone, you're not alone You see me, you hear me There are millions think just like me I'm not alone, you're not alone You see me, you hear me There are millions think just like me I'm not alone, you're not al...

Shiny button-down clown suit Oxymoron [Repeat] Fucked up the simplest of chores Mister constant consternation And his declaration of war Makes a fist out of demands With his plasticene hands Matey makes a big, big deal And matey makes a big big meal Boasts of...

Come on, come on, come on Send this song to twenty people Add your name, don't break the cycle Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Because a virtual office in a virtual home Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong pa...

Attention please, this is the final call for flight one seven two one Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Jack Straw, bye bye, all bye bye Billy Graham, Gerhard Schroeder, Tony Blair, bye bye, all bye bye Boris Yeltsin, Mick Hucknall, Tipper Gore, bye bye, all bye by...

Preserved and safe on a high-up shelf Where soiled little fingers can't mess Catalogued labeled and rarely-played Polished and pure and possessed Aaahaa - That's not music Aaahaa - That's a pickle Aaahaa - That's not music Aaahaa - That's a pickle Best keep...

A phonebox rendezvous, don't whisper a word Half a million by Monday Or Roger Waters gets it My little baby, they cut off his ear Half a million by Tuesday, then Don't whisper a word Shhh 

'Poverty poverty knock,' my loom is a saying all day Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, 'poverty poverty knock' Up every morning at five, I wonde...

Maria, she sits in the same easy chair Framed by the sun from outside Sings 'Madame Butterfly' over again Black daisies For the bride [opera in background] Encores and curtain calls, flowers and cheers And so many people to see! Puccini said "One day, Miss...

Hear the ghosts of ever after Yell of anger Ring of laughter Don't go gently into the night Rage against the dying of the light 

[Spoken word piece:] Leaving at 11:00, walking past your windows see the kitchen, full of television?? men who grow up in silence, need a voice old and ordinary, she didn't understand... Logic was simple, based upon reason a nice girl wouldn't be out alone SO...

[Chorus] And if you survive me I Never gave up Tell them this I Never gave up And if you survive me I Never gave up Tell them this Almost as if I were planning ahead I drank, I ate, I made love I learnt to snatch whatever I could I never asked for pity and I n...

George looks gorgeous in pinstripes, pocket handkerchief and cravat, swaggering out of the Band On The Wall in a burgundy Homberg hat, singing "Ratatatay, ratatatay!" George after-hours and the worse for whisky when somebody shouts "Hey, you!" in a pitch...

Dreaming that you're quietly driving by Waking, wiping sleep out of your eyes Watching firry cocktails in the sky Rebel code, rebel code Huddled in the cellars underground They're tapping out a code to bring you down Hacking into every home in town Rebel code...

It's good of you to ask me sir How I spend my days Water glass and ladders sir Working for my pay Back home I saw a future sir Learnt my father's trade But here that counts for nothing sir Paradise betrayed Looking through the windows All your world to se...

Goodbye RP Let our words go free Coo and howl Lay flat your vowels Ah ay ee Goodbye RP Tongue uncross your t's Slang and slur Bah and burr They thy thee Goodbye RP Teachered tyranny Speed this end Our ows to bend... Who were he wi'? 

Thirty years of the same old shit; (of rock and roll ignorance) of music, of money of hit after hit... from blue swede shoes and back again different era same old game. They changed it's name once or twice, dressed if different, and upped the price and if any...