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?

An Interlude: Beginning To Take It Back Chumbawamba

control Coffee and sugar on company land Made to supply what the boss would demand Then one July morning in seventy-nine Nicaragua decided to leave it behind (Chorus) And the people are learning to take back

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

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

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

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

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

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

Horses For Courses Chumbawamba

Horses For Courses Cut and clipped to make you sleek Whipped and brushed from stall to track Laden down with heavy pack Or carrying rider on your back And finally your neck is broken Pushed too

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

Hurling and Imperialism Chumbawamba

of Ireland Was banned in 1366 As part of an Anglo-Norman attempt To crush all Gaelic resistance It failed Over six hundred years of British repression Has never stopped the people from fighting back

Bob Beamon Chumbawamba

Bob Beamon Three steps forward, two steps back Oblivious to all around Psyching up for the big jump Breathing getting deeper Then charging down the track Hitting the board just right All that

Poverty Knock Chumbawamba

keeping one eye on the clock I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, 'poverty poverty knock' Up every morning at five, I wonder that we keep alive Tired and yawning in the cold morning It's back

Jack Horner Chumbawamba

Don't give me your back chat, the headmaster will surely hear of this.' She said, 'Don't speak until you're spoken to. I'll tell you what you can and can't do.

Benefits of the Game Chumbawamba

Benefits of the Game Whilst Robson plays his Sharp CD And Beardsley paints his lounge "hint of green" And the big clubs dream of a Superleague Of Keegan's "reasonable" three thousand a week But back

Pass It Along Chumbawamba

, come on, come on Send this song to twenty people Add your name, don't break the cycle Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Because a virtual office in a virtual home

Wormkind Chumbawamba

generous helping of brown And life continued to grow and flourish From brown to green, from green to brown Like, like the seasons And was regenerating, always regenerating The earth was everybody's home

Invasion Chumbawamba

in front 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

Jingle Smells Chumbawamba

Jingle Smells The blanket shit coverage we get on TV Sells us paradise, buy buy buy buy buy buy it They steal our lives and sell them back to us As one big happy contraceptive pill-popping party

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

Song Of The Hardworking Community Registration Off Chumbawamba

curtains move Time wins wars each name is proof I could tell tales The tricks they use Cut no ice, I take what's due There are worse tasks Than door to door I take pride in taking more I watch my back

Colliers March Chumbawamba

fences break down 'Twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout The prince of the party who revelled from home Was a terrible fellow and called

Jesus In Vegas Chumbawamba

I've got the audience in the palm of my hands My good friend Sinatra on my right Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights It's twice a night for twenty-five nights One more litle line, then everyone back

A Morality Play Chumbawamba

A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. 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.

Heysel Stadium Chumbawamba

planning and cramming-in of fans Right next to each other in crumbling stands Putting money before safety caused those deaths Whilst greedy bosses in their boxes shout and turn red "Get those bodies back

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

Memories of Shilts Chumbawamba

England's goalkeeper since Gordon Banks Consistent, reliable, a safe pair of hands But despite all his saves and all his acrobatics I can't help recalling something more dramatic Of an incident in the back