Тексты песен «Chumbawamba»

Don't tell me lies I want it all (Repeat) I don't need fingerprints So button up your coat Before you catch your death of cold Throw away your books They're building windmills Three miles up Out on the moors...

Justice, injustice Justice, injustice Drip feed democracy, and collective amnesia A cocktail of beatings, imprisonment, and poverty Bitter medicine, no longer disguised with a spoonful of sugar The state, its Tory...

The weekend booze-up, out with your mates To the indian restaurant--open til late Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold Last chance for action before they stagger home Work, ties, empty minds. Years of lies, dumb...

The weekend booze-up, out with your mates To the Indian restaurant--open til late Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold Last chance for action before they stagger home Work, ties, empty minds. Years of lies, dumb...

There's entertainment There's politics There's popular culture There's dialectics But never the twain shall meet Never the twain shall meet This is a myth, propagated by the bourgeois wordsmiths Who never put a...

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin The Story Of Kinnochio The man who ran the other party pondered the size of his nose A man who pleaded for leadership and groveled more than most He scabbed and he lied...

Sometimes when I'm feeling lonely I just want some arms around me It doesn't matter how he walks It doesn't matter how he talks It doesn't matter if he's pretty It doesn't matter if he's ugly I just want to feel...

There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin, dear Calvin There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin, a hole {Now let's see what happens with ba ba black sheep Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?}...

Twelve stitches in sixteen rows Two inches overpacking on number ten needles Cast one hundred twenty one stitches And knit one, purl one, repeat to the end Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one Knit one, purl one,...

By building up the means for war, we thus preserve the peace Such bullshit will prepare us for invasion from the east And meanwhile, they're carving up the land The anglo-american military have taken full command...

Come out of our corners Keep moving, keep changing, start working together We can change this world by changing ourselves Make our hands one hand Resist and realize We are not isolated by distance But by the fear...

I accept, I accept, I accept I'll be gonna I accept, I accept, I accept, I, I accept We're the ladies for compassionate lynching We fight for all the things we believe We spend all of our time on your talk shows...

One last taxi ride before we die 'This is destiny, she cried Ride so carelessly around the avenues Watch the lights, the fairy lights And all at once a thousand conversations All at once we said all we want to say...

Just when you figured it out someone lets you down Who'll make all the wrong decisions when the judge is up for trial? No-one has the cure for all our daily hurts Least of all this rock and roll And I never-ever...

It doesn't matter how rich or poor we are Doesn't matter what sex or species we are Doesn't matter with which nation we associate Doesn't matter what politics we love or hate We've still got to go to the toilet...

At farnley park cricket ground there's a sycamore tree And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary I think that someone slapped a preservation order on the tree So it's good the players don't take the game too...

It's such an easy step From lets forget to lest we forget We haven't learned this yet From Cold Harbor lane to Oklahoma and back again The problems stay the same It's such an easy step From lets forget to lest we...

The millionaires are closing ranks Tax-dodging in the race to the bank Listen for the slamming of the stable doors After the horse has bolted Trapped fingers, and someone's to blame The Jockey Club is tightening...

And this is Steve Wright, we hope that those that lost relatives in this terrible disaster may be able to have a better life as a result of this great record This great record This great record (repeat) Watchers...

There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat Never that cycle incomplete Never enough to tip the scales Too many people rotting in jails Or bloodied on the battlefields The history books from every age...