Chumbawamba - All Mixed Up lyrics
[Chumbawamba - All Mixed Up lyrics]
Sitting on the shelf when
Someone called my number
With a template in one hand
Scissors in the other
'What lump of clay is this?' Said
The king maker to me
Dull, gray matter, perfect for his alchemy
The future flesh and blood on the
Bones of the big lie
A no-wit who's face fit's
And never wonders why
I met my Mephistophelles
The papers sealed in blood
Like I got a transfer deal the lad done good
Good King Danbert at the helm
His face on every coin of the realm
And every time we sing
It's three cheers for the king hey hey hey
Sirhan, Sirhan, where have you gone?
All mixed up we take a fool for a king
All mixed up mistake a fool for a king
The washing powder advert
That everybody hates
But all the research shows that's
How brand names are made
Squeaky clean, no skeletons
In other words I've never lived
Makes me highly-qualified
To decide what gives
Rough-shod, riding rail-road
Over all the awkward questions
Queen Victoria of Grantham
To give me her blessing
It's written all over me
I'm touched by the hand
I am the something very rotten
In the state of little England
All mixed up
Someone called my number
With a template in one hand
Scissors in the other
'What lump of clay is this?' Said
The king maker to me
Dull, gray matter, perfect for his alchemy
The future flesh and blood on the
Bones of the big lie
A no-wit who's face fit's
And never wonders why
I met my Mephistophelles
The papers sealed in blood
Like I got a transfer deal the lad done good
Good King Danbert at the helm
His face on every coin of the realm
And every time we sing
It's three cheers for the king hey hey hey
Sirhan, Sirhan, where have you gone?
All mixed up we take a fool for a king
All mixed up mistake a fool for a king
The washing powder advert
That everybody hates
But all the research shows that's
How brand names are made
Squeaky clean, no skeletons
In other words I've never lived
Makes me highly-qualified
To decide what gives
Rough-shod, riding rail-road
Over all the awkward questions
Queen Victoria of Grantham
To give me her blessing
It's written all over me
I'm touched by the hand
I am the something very rotten
In the state of little England
All mixed up