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Just Desserts
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

And uh, uh, every (security) (no, let him stay) no (let him stay) well at least it's a fruit pie
(let's pray for him right now, Anita, let's pray, Anita, why don't you pray, that's all right) father, we want to thank you for the opportunity of coming to Des Moines, and father I want to ask that you forgive him (and that we love him) and that we love him, and that we're praying for him to be delivered from his deviant lifestyle, father

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

Groucho Marxists look so sweet
Slapstick anarchists, nice enough to eat
Peter Kropotkin in the way we talk
Charlie Cairoli in the way we walk

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

Intellectual tarts with a good left hook
Copycat killers, cover and duck
Polite assassins, you shout, I scream
And the party starts, on a count of one, two, three

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

We talk without words, and everybody understands
Just desserts, delivered by hand
Nobody move or the CEO
Gets it in the face with cream and dough

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

See them scramble to the top
Watch them fall from grace
Never trust a man
With egg on his face

"What? What's that? Who's there? Fido? Ahhh, it's you Mrs. Arbuthnot"

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On eBay
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

Mr. Kokoschka, it just happened again -
they struck the museum like a hurricane.
All of our culture, it´s dead and it's gone,
from Babylon baby back to Babylon.

There´s stuff you find along the way and stuff you leave behind,
and it all in ends up as stuff that you can buy.

On ebay - from Babylon back to Babylon.
On ebay - from Babylon back to Babylon.

In old Bagdhad they´re dursting off the antiques;
it's the fourteenth guernica we´ve had this week.
I got twenty-five dollars for a Persian vase.
Hold the critique. I think I´ll go large.

That stuff inside your houses and that stuff behind your eyes,
well it all ends up as stuff that you can buy.

On ebay - from Babylon back to Babylon.
On ebay - from Babylon back to Babylon.

They´re building a tower of wrappers and cans,
and now we speak in language that we all understand
t-t-t-t-t-tongue tied and starry eyed -
it´s the ancient history of old school ties.

There´s stuff dressed up as truth and then there´s stuff dressed up as lies
and it all ends up as stuff that you can buy.

On ebay - from Babylon back to Babylon.
On ebay - from Babylon back to Babylon.
On ebay - from Babylon back to Babylon.
On ebay - from Babylon back to Babylon.

Songwriters: Judith Abbott / Duncan Bruce / Neil Ferguson / Darren Hamer / Nigel Hunter / Alice Nutter / Louise Watts / Allan Whalley
On eBay lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Everything You Know Is Wrong
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

Taking scissors to play cut up with the black vote down in Florida
Colored pens and glitter glue for sexing up the dossier
I'm the someone who knew something they're not telling pre-September
I lean on people in the loop to help them unremember

I was flying on UA 93
That shadow in the footage? It was probably me
I'm the rumor, I'm the doubt, I'm the lie
But you wouldn't stand near me if you didn't want to die

Everything you know is wrong
There's a verse missing out of this song
Everything you know is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

I was there when they landed on the moon
In a studio in Kentucky in June
I've got Kennedy's brain in a jar
If you knew what I knew you wouldn't laugh so hard

Everything you know is wrong
There's a verse missing out of this song
Everything you know is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

In the canteen down at Columbine with the bags they never found
Striking matches up at Waco when they burnt it to the ground, that true
Without me, Oklahoma wasn't possible at all
See my silhouette in the Super 8 around the grassy knoll, true

Everything you know is wrong
There's a verse missing out of this song
Everything you know is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

Everything you know is wrong
There's a verse missing out of this song
Everything you know is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

I was in Paris in the underpass, I'm the FO-sponsored super grass
I'm Charlie Thrush in Minnesota and I smuggled half across the border
Stole Danny Casolaro's memoirs, put the acid in the reservoirs
I'm Ron Brown's body on a T-43 and I hid those missing WMDs

What did the president know? When did he know it?
Everything you know is, everything you know
Everything you know is, everything you know
Everything you know is, everything you know
Everything you know is, everything you know

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allan Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Neil Ferguson / Nigel Hunter
Everything You Know Is Wrong lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Be With You
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

The future glints like the moon on an old slate roof
And everything you say sounds like the truth
The things you did made half my dreams come true
And I wanted to be with you
And I wanted to be with you

Sing your songs of what could be
Of all the things you brought back home to me

And I wonder what the papers are going to say
Another actress, another war, another day
But every thing's changed the world woke up today
And I wanted to be with you
And I wanted to be with you

Sing your songs of what could be
Draw the world for those who couldn't see
And I wanted to be with you

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allan Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Neil Ferguson / Nigel Hunter
Be With You lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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When Fine Society Sits Down to Dine
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

With her friends on a road less travelled, on a journey of do's and dares
Looking back on a fear of leaving and forgetting how it felt to be scared
There are those paying fancy prices to pretend they have fancy lives
But at every charity banquet the majority stay outside
(Chorus)
We play to a packed gallery
We smile for the CCTV
We're making our own history
When fine society sits down to dine, remember that someone is pissing in the wine
Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine
Remember that someone is pissing in the wine
She'd love to be dancing the tango and she traces the steps in her mind
You can tell by the snap of her fingers that she moves to a different time
Where all the quiet submission is smeared in lipstick red
And every act is a crime of passion
"That's not all she wrote, " she said
(Repeats)
(Repeat chorus)

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allan Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Neil Ferguson / Nigel Hunter
When Fine Society Sits Down to Dine lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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A Man Walks Into A Bar
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

A man walks into a bar, he says, "Give me a Bacardi and Coke!"
The Back o' Beyond Repair welcomes the broken and the broke
Blather hitches a ride on the back of second-hand smoke
And the man, well, he'll be the punchline in someone else's joke

I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more

A man walks into a think-tank full of hooch and future sales
Mixing wish lists with extention plans re: Guantanamo jail
Smell the solid beech, and a whiff of cannot fail
And a gilt-tray chock with goblets dripping cut-throat cocktails

And they drink a toast to Florida and all its air-conditioned hum
And they damn the health of Cuba and they damn its bona fide rum
He sucks a kalamata olive, spits out the stone
And he mimics crushing people between forefinger and thumb

I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more

The first man wakes up in the same bar, but it's different, as in a dream
In fact it's someone else's dream, clean sheets and new regime
Fidel burns as Nero roams, "Give the bar a zip code!"
"See you..." "Si... C.U.", and it's one more for the road

I'll beat this drink, it's a habit I'll kick
Please help me now, I'm gonna be sick
Something hit me, I wound up on the floor
Damn this Bacardi, I don't want any more

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Buy Nothing Day
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

I woke up this morning my temperature high
(Buy, buy, buy)
I'll never buy nothing again, I lied
(Buy, buy, buy)
My doctor he told me to stay out of town
(Buy, buy, buy)
He said, "Affluenza will get you down"
(Buy, buy, buy)

What did you do in the war, dad?
What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street
I'm not coming in anymore

There's a price tag on me and there's sick on the floor
(Buy, buy, buy)
We're buying up anything we can't afford
(Buy, buy, buy)
Wherever I go I keep hearing this voice
(Buy, buy, buy)
Saying, "choose what you want" but there's so little choice
(Buy, buy, buy)

What did you do in the war, dad?
What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street
I'm not coming in anymore

Give it a rest

There's dumb moves behind me and bad debts above
(Buy, buy, buy)
I pawned my affections and still got no love
(Buy, buy, buy)
My heart and my pocket will say it's unfair
(Buy, buy, buy)
I'm unlearning the cost of this Laissez-Faire
(Buy, buy, buy)

What did you do in the war, dad?
What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street
I'm not coming in anymore

What did you do in the war, dad?
What did you do in the war?
Ring up the tills in the High Street
I'm not coming in anymore

November 23 is Buy Nothing Day

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allan Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Neil Ferguson / Nigel Hunter
Buy Nothing Day lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Following You
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

Lilac growing up the walls
This sunny afternoon is ours after all
The sip, sip, sip of the dripping tap
Raise the pirate flag and laugh

This town as ugly as sin
Hidden from our secret garden
We make it up as we go along
Sometimes it turns into a song, this song

Don't ask me what needs doin'
When there is so much to do
Don't ask me where I'm goin'
'Cause I'm just following you, following you

We took back this bit of space
And made it into a different place
Now there's a promise in your eyes
And there'll be breakfast when you rise

Don't ask me what needs doin'
When there is so much to do
Don't ask me where I'm goin'
'Cause I'm just following you, following you

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allan Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Neil Ferguson / Nigel Hunter
Following You lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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We Don't Want to Sing Along
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

Tap, tap, tap in the chat room
We're learning how to make a bomb
Well, whatever
We don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

Oh, Marilyn she'll desert me
Tellin' me, I was wrong
She sold lipstick and instinct for money
For we don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

Listen to the bullies singing
To prove that they all belong
You better watch your step bully
'Cause we don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

We don't want to sing along
We don't want to sing along
We know every word to the song
But we don't want to sing along

Songwriters: Alice Nutter / Allan Whalley / Darren Hamer / Duncan Bruce / Judith Abbott / Louise Watts / Neil Ferguson / Nigel Hunter
We Don't Want to Sing Along lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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I Did It for Alfie
by Chumbawamba
Copyright Notice: "UnChumbawamba," © 2004 Mutt Records Ltd.

Rejoice, just rejoice at that news
This girl has got the midlife blues
She lost her favourite marble again
It rolled down the nearest drain

A swing to the right and she's under attack
Much-sought-after property, completely detached
Plunging at the neck and daring at the back
And everybody says she looks better like that

Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that

Rejoice, just rejoice at that news
This girl was split completely in two
Trevor, knock me down with a feather
In the United Kingdom of Whatever

With a clean-cut center parting and a bloodrush to the head
"You won't get any older, dear," is what the stylist said
It's elegant bold and striking, she'll never need a hat
And everybody says she looks better like that

Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that
Everybody says she looks better like that

Alfie, I did it for Alfie
Alfie, I did it for Alfie
Alfie, I did it for Alfie