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Chase PCs Flee Attack By Own Dog Chumbawamba Chase PCs Flee Attack By Own Dog (Woof, woof, woof, woooo) Got my photograph taken with Elvis Circled round the earth in a rocket ship Found the world cup in a garden And I must've saved a million Bad Dog Chumbawamba Pretty please pretty play chase away chase away Nasty nasty snapping nasty biting spitting nasty nasty Hammer hammer teeth nails sit sit sit sit Bitch won't beg bitch can't lick bitch can't do those Dutiful Servants And Political Masters Chumbawamba rather more subtle, I say, I'll tell you what I will do I'll do everything I can to try and help you And you'll be helping me, I say, and I'll see that you're alright You can have a place of your own Dutiful Servants & Political Masters Chumbawamba I'm rather more subtle, I say, I'll tell you what I will do I'll do everything I can to try and help you And you'll be helping me, I say, and I'll see that you're alright You can have a place of your own Morality Play In Three Acts Chumbawamba He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ha ha! Serves him right. Act two, a new New England, watch the good seed grow. But who is this miss out-of-wedlock, with children of her own? A Morality Play Chumbawamba He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ho hum, it serves him right. Act three, 'I am the lord of the dance,' said he. John the Baptist, dripping wet, playing sir politick-would-be. 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 Yup and Under Chumbawamba Yup and Under Yuppies, I've been taught, Are keen on sport Two slices wholemeal loaf Into towelette jogging suit Once round the park Quick game of squash Staving off a heart attack With F-Plan Hurling and Imperialism Chumbawamba resistance It failed Over six hundred years of British repression Has never stopped the people from fighting back They still play hurling and as you'd expect The Brits still defend as the Irish attack Learning Karate Chumbawamba control of mind and matter Concentration, manipulation Movements swift, deadly, graceful Applying oneself with dedication Martial arts, an ancient skill Of mind and body in unison Learning steps, attack 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 Stagnation Chumbawamba A dog stares into a gramaphone trumpet Waits for his call to action Mute and obedient, standing to attention Look a little closer, the dog is a man Working on the factory floor as hard as he can The Farewell to the Crown Chumbawamba Fell his master not by chance Away with pomp and circumstance Come join our merry dance To the rhythm of goodbye Farewell the jewel crown Farewell the velvet gown Watch it all come tumbling down We Don't Go To God's House Anymore Chumbawamba We don't go to God's house anymore Saw the light and walked right out the door We don't go to God's house It's more fun in the dog house We don't go to God's house anymore Well driving on, I tasted sweet Act With Mother Chumbawamba She's my mother, and I love her, there's no other, mother earth, mother earth I used to watch, watch with mother, I grew up with her Now I'm grown up, I stand on my own two feet, but that's no reason Shoot Chumbawamba fighting their pointless war Pointless war, pointless war, pointless war A general later condemned the men Said that "Fraternizing with the enemy Was an appalling breach of regulations" So draw your own Sometimes Plunder Chumbawamba Sometimes Plunder Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot The fridge was bare, the dog was bones Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman Knit Your Own Balaclava Chumbawamba Knit Your Own Balaclava 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 Liberation Chumbawamba jails Or bloodied on the battlefields The history books from every age Have the same words written on every page Always starting with 'Revolution' And ending with 'Capitulation' Always silenced by Walking the Penine Way Chumbawamba had me beat Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs You'd never credit it--they burn the stuff instead of logs Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs Well it's such a funny stuff is peat, it's nature's own The Choice Is Yours Chumbawamba The Choice Is Yours Watch Ben Johnson on TV Or try to beat your own PB The choice is yours You decide Get square eyes Or get outside! Why Are We Still In Ireland? Chumbawamba Our settlers calling our kingdom great Our banners raised on high Baptized with the tide of history That won't lie down and die Words from our own good book to help us get by The sacrifice of our Just Look At Me Now (Borstal Boy Mix) Chumbawamba death of cold Throw away 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 A Regular Guy Chumbawamba A Regular Guy Boys own hero born again Savior of the Empire Come to save our national game Against all odds, and umpire Once a simple cricketer now champion of bravado He's the darling of the One By One Chumbawamba 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 dreamed of his reward A seat in the House of Lords One by Reuters (Wire, 1977) Chumbawamba Reuters (Wire, 1977) Our own correspondent is sorry to tell of an uneasy time, that all is not well. On the borders there's movement. Just Us Mix Chumbawamba homeless people begging outside Britains tran stations and sleeping rough on the street find their justice in a society which criminalizes its poor Some, like Joy Gardner, died from justice administered by Jack Horner Chumbawamba Well I'm telling you, that's not absolutely true He was told to sit there by his teacher. Jack's crime was this, he said, 'teacher you are wrong, the British army killed a lot of people too. On the Beach Chumbawamba flex A gold medallion around his neck He looks more like the Michelin Man He's trapped inside a multi-gym I think I'd rather be the wimp Living life the Atlas way Pumping iron every day Eats his own Awake Chumbawamba tunnel Open your eyes, go and have a look There isn't any light at the end of the tunnel If you open our eyes, you might get a surprise It's all staring you in the face Open your eyes, see your own