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Back Home `Chumbawamba`

Back Home "Back home, they'll be thinking about us When we are far away... Back home, they'll be really behind us In every game we play..."

Don't Try This At Home `Chumbawamba`

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

Sugar Daddy `Chumbawamba`

I mean back home where I come from the folks live off the stuff. But boss, we can't afford Coca Cola, never mind all this fancy processing biz. Well look, no, look.

Insectkind `Chumbawamba`

Insectkind Chapter seven There's bugs on the house plants of the folks back home Insects are material, they're not inferior Insects are material, they're not inferior What do we want?

An Interlude-Beginning To Take It Back `Chumbawamba`

An Interlude-Beginning To Take It Back Words to describe Nicaragua of old Cash crops and hunger and US control Coffee and sugar on company land Made to supply what the boss would demand Then one

Games Were Fun `Chumbawamba`

They never lingered in the changing rooms With a home-made note Or batted only once Before they got caught And how come all the sporty types Were the first to grow breasts?

Home With Me `Chumbawamba`

Fairfield Horseshoe in the snow Clashing worlds in Tokyo All the bars in County Cork Heavy rain, New York (Chorus) I sailed the seven seas Carved my love on trees I brought the whole world home

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

The Big Issue `Chumbawamba`

This is the girl who Lost the house which Paid to the man who Put up the rent and Threw out the girl to Feather his own sweet home She's a clueless social climber Likes the wrong side of the bed

Amereicha `Chumbawamba`

'36 the 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

Orienteering `Chumbawamba`

Orienteering Compass, whistle, cagoul, map Count your steps along the track To checkpoint one Checkpoint two Checkpoint three and back Compass bearing sou-sou-west Choose the route you think

Heaven/Hell `Chumbawamba`

Tall as houses Small as spiders Undefined this buzz inside us (Chorus) Tightrope walker, chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell Devil take me, God forsake me Made my home in heaven/hell Out

Smalltown `Chumbawamba`

sleepless Poison arrows To ruin your tomorrows Below suspicion Cafes full of people dressed as spies And all I know Is guilt for being different It's always raining stones There's a killer in the home

Stitch That (Country & Western Version) `Chumbawamba`

Stitch That (Country & Western Version) A husband came home drunk each night And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white He thrashed her to within an inch of her life Then he slept like

Irish Joke `Chumbawamba`

Sick and tired of Irish jokes He said farewell to all his folks (bye bye) Left his home to have some fun Packed his clothes and a gatling gun Secretly, with ill intent Into the House of Parliament

Tills Ring, Crowds Cheer! `Chumbawamba`

You like to make investments in your favorite sports Competition pays, talent can be bought So you made it your business To make it a business Now it's all about getting the check Into the back of

K-2 (Indian Restaurant) `Chumbawamba`

K-2 (Indian Restaurant) 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

Running Order `Chumbawamba`

do it You decided for yourself And it gave you time to think And a chance to unwind You thought by going out running You had wisely spent your time For whilst the only aim at work Was your take-home

Just Look At Me Now `Chumbawamba`

cold Throw away your books They're building windmills Three miles up Out on the moors There's an empire waiting (Chorus) Look at me now I can take on the world and win Look at me now Towny go home

Liberation `Chumbawamba`

Even though we disagree we share a common enemy Our methods may not be the same But together we can break the chain Different aims, different means, with common ground in between Don't sit back, it's

Where Did the Chinaman Go? `Chumbawamba`

Bring back the chinaman Bring back the googly And long live Dicky Bird

Mouthful of Shit `Chumbawamba`

Mouthful of Shit (Chorus) Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Do something about it (Repeat chorus) Well I'm really back to basics

Social Dogma `Chumbawamba`

We'll bring you the answer when we come back

A Lament to the Best `Chumbawamba`

I dreamed of you dribbling past City's back four And leaving Joe Corrigan fumbling on the floor And the Stretford End singing "More! Bestie! More!" Where are you now George?

Man Papers His Crack `Chumbawamba`

Man Papers His Crack Hey Manfred, what you doing back there? Come on, come unclean, man!

More Whitewashing `Chumbawamba`

simple matter of birth control And if you send a little money you can sleep tonight Or starve in sympathy on a Limmits Diet And you know that charity cures malnutrition And hunger put the sparkle back

Brian `Chumbawamba`

Brian It's all about getting the ball in the back of the net, Brian I'm as sick as a parrot, Brian I'm over the moon, Brian Well, I think the lads were well worth a point, Brian At the end of

New York Mining Disaster 1941 `Chumbawamba`

Jones I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground Or have they given up and all gone home to bed Thinking those that once existed must be dead?

Just Look At Me Now (Borstal Boy Mix) `Chumbawamba`

your books They're building windmills three miles up Out on the moors there's an empire waiting Just look at me now, Just look at me now Just look at me now, I am king of my own kingdom Towny go home

Tony Blair `Chumbawamba`

have seen it in your eyes Tony You promised me the world But I'm not that kind of girl And tony now there's nothing but your lies Tony You promised me you'd be good to me You said that you'd come back