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The Candidates Find Common Ground `Chumbawamba`

The Candidates Find Common Ground Full employment, slave labor, and schemes An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream But lets keep Britain working--either way we must keep Britain working

Liberation `Chumbawamba`

Liberation 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

Always Tell The Voter What The Voter Wants To Hear `Chumbawamba`

Always Tell The Voter What The Voter Wants To Hear Welcome to Never Mind The Ballots. The phone lines are now open.

The World Turned Upside Down `Chumbawamba`

The World Turned Upside Down In sixteen forty-nine to St.

Nadzeroon El Babo `Chumbawamba`

Nadzeroon El Babo Chap. de Terre... make the fighting... six...

Common Ground `Neil Diamond`

Common Ground written by Neil Diamond, Tom Hensley, and Alan Lindgren If you love me, say you love me. These are words we find hard to share. Would you trust me? Could I trust you?

An Interlude: Beginning To Take It Back `Chumbawamba`

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 July morning in seventy-nine Nicaragua decided

Disagreement `Chumbawamba`

But I don't know you and you don't know me I mean I think I know we're bound to disagree So I still don't know you, you still don't know me But now we both agree that we disagree 'Cause that's the

Lying In The Dirt `Chumbawamba`

Lying In The Dirt Chapt.

Homophobia Acapella (Live) `Chumbawamba`

Homophobia Acapella (Live) Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the

Homophobia (Sisters Mix) `Chumbawamba`

Homophobia (Sisters Mix) Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor

Groundhopping `Chumbawamba`

Groundhopping Another Sunday match again Another Merseyside clash again It's the 36th this season By my calculations That's when I made the decision To stay in the lower divisions Travelling

Homophobia `Chumbawamba`

Homophobia Ta, a song about how brilliant and how powerful deviant sexuality is Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet

Frickley `Chumbawamba`

Frickley Frickley in South Yorkshire, a small mining town Where once the riot coppers beat the pickets to the ground Has a football team, and a stand full of fans Who love their game and who love

Hmmm... `Chumbawamba`

Outside the ground at Luton Town A crazy opportunist has sprayed upon a wall A simple proclamation for all to read "Revolution is a better game than football"

Mouthful of Shit `Chumbawamba`

double trouble big one to the joker with the card Good call What's the crack, what's the damage done today From the commons to the common a banana skin away Knock it back knock it out Chuck a nightmare

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

Borstal Boy Mix) Don't tell me lies, I don't need fingerprints So tighten up your coats before you catch your death of cold Throw away your books They're building windmills three miles up Out on the

The Best Is Yet To Come `Chumbawamba`

The Best Is Yet To Come Variously entitled "The Best Is Yet To Come" and "The Best Is Yet To Come (Bee Hold End Version)", depending on the country of issue.

The Big Issue `Chumbawamba`

There are those Spend the night Under bridges Over by the river Down in the park Through the winter But there's a house That i know Safe and warm And no-one ever goes there Down where the

Mouthful Of Shit (Country & Western Version) `Chumbawamba`

Mouthful Of Shit (Country & Western Version) Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with

The Tree Of Knowledge `Chumbawamba`

The Tree Of Knowledge The tree of knowledge has been cut down Torn from the ground, made into defenses and paper money His own roots man severs Mother Earth dismembered Distanced from her, he

Babbernation `Chumbawamba`

Babbernation I'm out in the country for a walk one day I get the urge and I've got to go I look around, make sure no one's around I pull down my pants and I face the ground I think, well, we all

Saying No `Chumbawamba`

Saying No And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find Of saying no to the ways of governments and multinational companies And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can

Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire `Chumbawamba`

Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire If you want to find the general I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the general I know where he is He's pinning another

Song Of The Government Minister Who Enjoys His Wor `Chumbawamba`

Song Of The Government Minister Who Enjoys His Work Test the water feel the ground Send the tax collectors round Fill the coffers pound by pound A surer way to keep in line The rabble who spend

Just Look At Me Now `Chumbawamba`

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

Man Papers His Crack `Chumbawamba`

You can turn your back when you paper your crack You can turn both cheecks, you can de-odour the reek You can wash your hands of it, when you have been But you don't fool us with your Mister Clean

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

Just Us Mix `Chumbawamba`

state, its Tory psycopaths and labour apologists are coming clean The bullies and the cowards are ganging up on us (There ain't no justice, just us) The carrots been ditched, the stick works best

Creepy Crawling `Chumbawamba`

A loose door-jam, a light left on The oldest national lottery Enter Johnny-Go-Darkly Come to spoil my party Smell of faeces lingers Echo of light fingers Cold comfort blankets Steeped in creeping