Fight The Alton Bill! Chumbawamba

Fight The Alton Bill! In ignorance, I still assumed this body was mine, that I could choose. I had faith for charity and understanding sympathy. But no, we're seen as baby machines.

Bowls Chumbawamba

Bowls Bees buzzing, birds singing The jack turning off the crown A lawnmower in the distance The wood coming nicely 'round Sitting near the green just chatting A bad rub, a blocked line Watching

Passenger List For Doomed Flight #1721 Chumbawamba

Passenger List For Doomed Flight #1721 Attention please, this is the final call for flight one seven two one Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Jack Straw, bye bye, all bye bye Billy Graham, Gerhard Schroeder

Drip, Drip, Drip Chumbawamba

You seen the ad?

Love Can Knock You Over Chumbawamba

Love Can Knock You Over Here's the devil in disguise Hits me right between the eyes Like a thief out of the night Someone taught him how to fight (Chorus) Love can knock you over Love can knock

Drip Drip Drip (Country & Western Version) Chumbawamba

You seen the ad?

Tiananmen Square Chumbawamba

Tiananmen Square Heads bowed, eyes down, here comes the enemy To hail the people's victory! Which people? What victory?

Mary, Mary Chumbawamba

It's raining stones It's raining bile From the luxury Of your denial So I don't deny I don't make do I'll press alarms Place bets on truth I'm so up and down And I love what's not allowed I

Ladies For Compassionate Lynching Chumbawamba

Ladies For Compassionate Lynching 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 We put the stickers on your record

Declaring Peace Chumbawamba

Declaring Peace Whisper the words of wisdom no more Speak the words of wisdom no more Shout the words of wisdom no more The governments of the world agree That people need bombs and banks and

Drip Drip Drip Chumbawamba

Eat, sleep and crap, for to prey on your needs Down a dark street, in backwater Leeds I seen yer comin', come in lads You seen the ads?

Mary Mary (Stigmatic Mix) Chumbawamba

Mary Mary (Stigmatic Mix) Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

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

Isolation Chumbawamba

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

Enough Is Enough Chumbawamba

Not fight, but fight because the leaders don't think right. You burnt us in the past you know it won't happen again. So black and white take a stand and all try to defend.

Younger Moralists Chumbawamba

Younger Moralists 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

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!

Bad Dog Chumbawamba

run lie nasty nasty snapping nasty See these eyes puppy eyes roll on over and die die Bad dog you bad dog you bad dog you stray dog Bitch filled up with trouble and spice nasty nice nasty nice Slip the

Mary Mary Chumbawamba

Hail Mary full of grace The Lord is with Thee Blessed art Thou amongst women And blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus Holy Mary, Mother of God Pray for us sinners now And at the hour of our death Amen

The Birmingham Six Chumbawamba

British justice is the very best in the world" Tell them, "Well of course it is, for the vested interests it serves" The men were taken to Morkham to be tested for explosives Tests which have since

Baby I Love You Alton Ellis

> Oowee baby, baby I love you I love you, baby Baby, I want you Ooowee ba-yay-yay-by, baby I love you I love you, baby Baby, I want you Ever since the first day we met I loved you, loved you

The Wasteland Chumbawamba

The Wasteland Said the party to the ad-man We'll conjure up a gimmick The way to lead an ass Is with a carrot and a stick Dig down for minorities Promise them concessions Ride in on their backs

Rock Steady Alton Ellis

Better get readyCome do rock steadyYou've got to do this new danceHope you are readyYou've got to do it, just like Uncle FreddyIf you don't know itJust shake your head, rock your bodylineShake your...

The Morning After (The Night Before) Chumbawamba

The Morning After (The Night Before) Unholy Sunday a winter's day Mine is the kingdom Church bells ring a million miles away Forever and ever Nowhere to go, nothing to do But stay here warm in

On The Day The Nazi Died Chumbawamba

We're told that after the war The Nazis vanished without a trace But the Italians are facist Still dream of a master race The history books they tell Of their defeat at '45 But they all came out of the

One-Sided Game Chumbawamba

One-Sided Game With a flick of the boot and a nod of the head The ball goes crashing in the back of the net But the referee and linesman disallow the goal 'Cause the boot's on the other foot, the

Seoul Music Chumbawamba

Seoul Music There'll be new events in Seoul '88 Throwing the molotov and the hundred meter loot Hurdling over barricades putting the brick Vaulting over riot cops in the peoples Olympics The people

Farewell to the Crown Chumbawamba

Poacher come with his poacher's gun Out in the woods to shoot someone "My lord your time has come" Right between the eyes!

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

Jacobs Ladder Chumbawamba

Jacob's ladder 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

Jacob's Ladder Chumbawamba

Jacob's ladder 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

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

Studmarks on the Summits Chumbawamba

Studmarks on the Summits Business bought the athletes out With gold medals and role models Drugs and media and national pride Why join in when you can watch it on TV?

Come On Baby (Let's Do The Revolution) Chumbawamba

Come on baby, let's do the revolution Six for the record, and seven for the t-shirt A picture of the band And a ticket for the promised land Watching all the bouncers Systematically beating up the dancers

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

The Day The Nazi Died (1993 Mix) Chumbawamba

The Day The Nazi Died (1993 Mix) They're here and they're there and they're everywhere (Repeat) We're taught that after the war the Nazis vanished without a trace But batallions of fascists still

The World Turned Upside Down Chumbawamba

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

Changing Gears Chumbawamba

Changing Gears From the deepest to the highest Battling for the yellow vest Changing gears rapidly Ten seconds to change a wheel King of the Mountains Queen of the flats Sprinting for the line

Good Afternoon and Welcome to White Hart Lane Chumbawamba

Good Afternoon and Welcome to White Hart Lane After wading through the flooded toilets To stand on the crumbling concrete steps Wind and rain beating in your face You mumble football's favorite

Lester Piggot, Cell Block No. 9 Chumbawamba

Lester Piggot, Cell Block No. 9 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

Invasion Chumbawamba

of me It's we who write this history We who guard the money-tree We support the companies We stole the colonies And when the system starts to crack We'll have to be ready to give it all back And

Where Did the Chinaman Go? Chumbawamba

Where Did the Chinaman Go? Where did the chinaman go? Where did the chinaman go?

Polo Chumbawamba

Polo Polo has the biggest pitch of any ball game Polo has the biggest idiots On the biggest pitch of any ball game Polo has the biggest idiots With the biggest bank accounts On the biggest pitch

Fitzwilliam Chumbawamba

Fitzwilliam Smiles for the cameras as the miners return They say no one has lost and no one has gained But wiser and stronger the people have changed And it won't be the same in the village again

A Fairy Tale (Real No-Shit) Chumbawamba

Manfred The Great The great king bashed down his goblet on the oaken table as kings do when they want more wine. Everyone was silent. 'Minstrel the noise of chattering women grates on my ears.

Cartrouble Chumbawamba

Cartrouble Big tall courthouse, a clock upon the wall A hammer on the table and a copper on the door A judge in front and a jury at the side A judge in front and a jury at the side A judge in

Shock! Horror! Chumbawamba

with the Daily Mirror 'The Facts Not The Fiction' boasts The Star The fact is that attacks on Asians and Blacks By people who read this racist crap Are higher than ever before --But you won't find

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

Look! No Strings! Chumbawamba

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord' That was the Armley tabernacle choir.