This Dress Kills Chumbawamba

This Dress Kills I'm Judas Judy, panicking, got everything and nothing Happy birthday mister president I'm here to call your bluff From the top of the world I'm gonna jump, jump, jump I'm so perfectly

Unilever Chumbawamba

clean those dirty hands And a slap for the people who work the land Unilever Man-made hunger Soap in our eyes John West is the best Old soap opera No soap-reality Legal slave trade Domestos kills

Thorn-EMI Lighting Chumbawamba

they can, they got the know-how They do the same with cars so they can sell, sell, and keep selling well But by then there'll be no more cars, no more coal, no electricity Because those in power got this

Homeless Hotel Chumbawamba

found a new place to dwell Down south of Market Street in Homeless Hotel It feels so lonely baby It feels so lonely baby It feels so lonely I could die The yuppies they all hate me The cops all dress

This Girl Chumbawamba

This Girl This girl, she didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to do This girl, she got bored of all the things they brought her up to say She never meant them anyway This girl, she got

Flesh and Blood and Feelings Chumbawamba

and Feelings Margaret Thatcher lives in Ronald Reagan's underpants She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan To make the UK like big brother USA Where selfmade men run everything and this

Bad Dog Chumbawamba

Hammer hammer teeth nails bad dog you bad dog Good girl pat pat bad dog smack smack Here's a bitch who'll give it back snap snap snap snap Puppy eyes will start to play, nasty dog will have its day This

The Best Is Yet To Come Chumbawamba

Laugh out loud Laugh out loud And curse this ground And curse this ground Make this world Make this world Turn upside down Turn upside down Star and sky Star and sky Will bleed us dry Will bleed

For Those of You Watching in Black and White Chumbawamba

ball And he's snookered behind the grey ball Oh, he's going for the grey ball Now that's a surprise A kiss on the slightly lighter grey ball Now just the grey ball to play What a colorful game this

Don't Try This At Home Chumbawamba

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

Let It Be Chumbawamba

Let It Be 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

Lest We Forget Chumbawamba

Lest We Forget 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

The Good Ship Lifestyle Chumbawamba

This is the Goodship Lifestyle All my friends jumped ship I elect me the captain This is the loneliest voyage I've ever been on Up in the crow's nest - Over there! I see land! First mate?

I Want More Chumbawamba

Blue-rinse sugar Wipe-clean couple Pinched last supper Counting pretty penny John Betjeman Some dead liar Quiet pink picture Under heavy manners This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face

We Support All Forms of Resistance Against This Ra Chumbawamba

We Support All Forms of Resistance Against This Racist System (Part II) Don't respect your choice of opinion If your choice is a racist system 'Freedom of speech'--it's a worthless cause As long

Song Of The Government Minister Who Enjoys His Wor Chumbawamba

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

Creepy Crawling Chumbawamba

of faeces lingers Echo of light fingers Cold comfort blankets Steeped in creeping anger Flatfoot comes poking Compounding my misery Grinding pestle and mortar Adding insult to injury If only this

British Colonialism And The BBC Chumbawamba

British Colonialism And The BBC I'm the boss of the BBC I'm the monkey at the top of the media tree Your version of the riots in Cape Town Comes second-hand from me Chewing and spewing this revolution

Armchair Sport Chumbawamba

Armchair Sport When Grandstand's finished, and Sport On Two And there's nothing much left to do Too lazy to leave the armchair Can only manage to plug in the computer And pretend that this is

I Never Gave Up Chumbawamba

(Chorus) If you survive me I Never gave up Tell them this I Never gave up 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

Universal Soldier Chumbawamba

for a thousand years He's fighting for Britain and he's fighting for Iraq He's fighting for the USA He's fighting for the Russians and he's fighting for Japan And he thinks he'll put an end to war this

When I'm Bad Chumbawamba

"They try in vain our minds to chain"(Repeats) I'm up in the stars I'm looking down at the gutter When I'm good, I'm very good But when I'm bad, I'm better (Chorus) Oh barman fill this glass

British Colonialism & The BBC Chumbawamba

Bulletin: "Your version of the riots in Cape Town Comes second hand from me Chewing and spewing this revolution For popular TV All your opinions are carefully chosen By what we'll let you see Televised

Why Are We Still In Ireland? Chumbawamba

powers use their glory To chain our minds again Our lads growing into our men The unicorn stands triumphant But if we look a little closer it's chained like a slave The lion was crowned king of this

More Whitewashing Chumbawamba

not picking coffee at all They're busy with bricks and mortar Building the company wall Flickering pictures hypnotize We spend our lives watching others' lives Too much watching to realize That this

Jacobs Ladder Chumbawamba

At the bottom of the sea Telling no tales For the good of the Admiralty You jump when you're told to Through the open door And the King of Norway He's the man you all died for (Chorus) On this

Jacob's Ladder Chumbawamba

Like rusty old nails At the bottom of the sea Telling no tales For the good of the Admiralty You jump when you're told to Through the open door And the King of Norway He's the man you all died for On this

Shake Baby Shake Chumbawamba

Shake Baby Shake Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake, baby, shake the memories away Shake it, shake it Shake this grown-up Barbie Doll of a day Shake it, shake it She gets Hugh Hefner

Without Reason Or Rhyme Chumbawamba

"I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain" "It is a great thing that we have an unarmed police force in this country.

Barry John Chumbawamba

This is very important to me!" Woah! Woah... My friends don't mind if this is true Because they are all Barry's cousins too

I Never Gave Up (Rondo Mix) Chumbawamba

(Chorus) If you survive me I Never gave up Tell them this I Never gave up 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 learned

Hey! You! Outside, Now! Chumbawamba

One year later This queue never moved I've got well dressed slugs Crawling over my shoes And all these bouncers Pushing me around Well I'll huff and I'll puff I'll blow your house down In these

Hey! You! Outside Now! Chumbawamba

One year later This queue never moved I've got well dressed slugs Crawling over my shoes And all these bouncers Pushing me around Well I'll huff and I'll puff I'll blow your house down In these hard times

Just A Form Of Music Chumbawamba

Just A Form Of Music It is a real pleasure to be here with you this afternoon.

Song Of The (Now Determined) Mother Chumbawamba

Song Of The (Now Determined) Mother 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

Younger Moralists Chumbawamba

Here in the comfort of a favorite chair Or smugly from the tap room at the Whitehorse I can prove mathematically Just when and when not to take up arms When to fight and when to surrender (Chorus) This

Slag Aid Chumbawamba

Slag Aid This is the last one Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out Don't wear the gold lam?

Karl Marx Never Made The Squad Chumbawamba

Karl Marx Never Made The Squad 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

Without Reason Or Rhyme (The Killing Of Harry Stanley) Chumbawamba

I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain It is a great thing that we have an unarmed police force in this country.

I'm With Stupid Chumbawamba

this could get to be a habit Guess what? Guess what? this could get to be a habit Guess what? i'm with stupid Guess what? 'cause i'm with you Guess what? i'm with stupid Guess what?

In The Thick Of It Chumbawamba

poeple like me confuse and abuse it When really it's so precious to me But I hold on, I hold on for dear life To my fears as much as I do my hopes I get bogged down and I dissappear At times like this

Amereicha Chumbawamba

world's teams Played up, played up, and played the game Runners, jumpers, footballers All sieg-heilling the Fuhrer Not so the black Americans Who, point-blank, refused And on returning home from this

That's How Grateful We Are Chumbawamba

OK, this one's called "Whitewash" When was the very first time you saw Chumbawamba? In my dreams! Ha!

How To Get Your Band On Television Chumbawamba

change Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid For every pop star that we slag off today A million pounds will be given away Paul McCartney - come on down With crocodile tears to irrigate this

Morality Play In Three Acts Chumbawamba

But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance.

Good Afternoon and Welcome to White Hart Lane Chumbawamba

to the right" It's all to do with business deals And ripping off the masses and Holsten Pils And down on the terraces you're piss-wet through The line is drawn between rich and poor "That's what this

The Englishman Abroad Chumbawamba

Taking on the locals, every man jack of 'em Stupid, drunken, gobby toughs No excuse is good enough Arrogant, ignorant, insensibly pissed When you've nothing to prove, you prove it with your fists This

Sewing Up Crap Chumbawamba

I don't know (Repeats) Chain, chain, chain (Repeats) A cut-price empire Clean-cut lines A perfect body And a dirty mind The rules of this game Say we all look the same Chain, chain, chain

Dumbing Down Chumbawamba

And are the words to this song concise enough to follow? Is your smart food simple enough to swallow?

The ABCs of Anarchism Chumbawamba

is accepted by a minority, while the majority is shouting treason, rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist, capitalist, or whatever is a term of abuse valued by that society--infringer--and they develop this