Chumbawamba - Look! No Strings! lyrics
[Chumbawamba - Look! No Strings! lyrics]
Look, no strings -just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
That was the Armley tabernacle
Choir next we'll be
Hearing the true story of
An American housewife
Who claims to have taken
Mid-air photographs of
Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana
High above the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle
With one hand on the Valium and
One hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord
Wandering 'cross the sky
Have your fun whilst your alive
You won't get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time because
You won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings -just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Gobsmacked, William Shatnered
Meta does a double take
Come on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle
A certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us
Watching Misses Meta Battle
Look, no strings -just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Meta Battle shot her Lord
And watched him tumble down
And now there's people out with
Polaroids all around town and who knows
That Jesus on the church near your
House may well be the original
Kiss it as you pass
Look, no strings -just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Susej em kcuf ho
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
That was the Armley tabernacle
Choir next we'll be
Hearing the true story of
An American housewife
Who claims to have taken
Mid-air photographs of
Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana
High above the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle
With one hand on the Valium and
One hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord
Wandering 'cross the sky
Have your fun whilst your alive
You won't get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time because
You won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings -just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Gobsmacked, William Shatnered
Meta does a double take
Come on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle
A certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us
Watching Misses Meta Battle
Look, no strings -just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Meta Battle shot her Lord
And watched him tumble down
And now there's people out with
Polaroids all around town and who knows
That Jesus on the church near your
House may well be the original
Kiss it as you pass
Look, no strings -just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'
Susej em kcuf ho