Chumbawamba - A Morality Play lyrics
[Chumbawamba - A Morality Play lyrics]
People would have to be told
That if they refuse to
Answer questions when they might be
Expected to answer questions
That is something which can be
Used at the trial
And which might strengthen the
Case against them
Hang Michael Howard, oh c'mon
Act one, the smell of green
Leather, French polish, quite pristine
Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle
Not a
Crease, the silverware all clean exquisite
Chaussures grace marble floors, be
Upstanding, for men of yore
But wait, who's this
Sticky under the collar in Elsinore?
Enter silent comedy geek with
Dynamite down his
Pants nervous, shuffling on his feet
Leading a merry song and dance
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 john the Baptist, dripping wet
Playing sir
Politick-would-be backslapping, backsliding
Back to basic instincts
Backfiring by your
Own choice you're on a hiding to nothing
I ask you which is more
Comforting? The thought that
I am bad seed, gone to seed, turned sour
By TV sex and violence or even worse
Am I unleashed by my own volition
To do you ill? 'Condemn a little more
Understand a little less'
Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha
Ha! I am Prometheus
Prepare thee to meet thy nemesis
Thanks a lot
That if they refuse to
Answer questions when they might be
Expected to answer questions
That is something which can be
Used at the trial
And which might strengthen the
Case against them
Hang Michael Howard, oh c'mon
Act one, the smell of green
Leather, French polish, quite pristine
Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle
Not a
Crease, the silverware all clean exquisite
Chaussures grace marble floors, be
Upstanding, for men of yore
But wait, who's this
Sticky under the collar in Elsinore?
Enter silent comedy geek with
Dynamite down his
Pants nervous, shuffling on his feet
Leading a merry song and dance
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 john the Baptist, dripping wet
Playing sir
Politick-would-be backslapping, backsliding
Back to basic instincts
Backfiring by your
Own choice you're on a hiding to nothing
I ask you which is more
Comforting? The thought that
I am bad seed, gone to seed, turned sour
By TV sex and violence or even worse
Am I unleashed by my own volition
To do you ill? 'Condemn a little more
Understand a little less'
Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha
Ha! I am Prometheus
Prepare thee to meet thy nemesis
Thanks a lot