Chumbawamba - That's How Grateful We Are lyrics
[Chumbawamba - That's How Grateful We Are lyrics]
OK, this one's called "Whitewash"
When was the very first
Time you saw Chumbawamba? In my dreams!
Ha!
Working in a forge, black lungs, burnt skin
Callouses, arched back, hammering, hammering
Stalin watching over us pigeon shit head
We'd spit on the floor at
This red bastard god
That's how grateful we are
Bronze statue, pink marble, built to last
We brought him to his knees in a single night
And the boots that remained I attacked
I attacked
Hammering, hammering, the past is past
That's how grateful we are
Scrub away, scrub away
And the noise rang out, metal on metal
Pigeons flit, dust settled
Out from the shadows we took to the streets
David chopping at the giant's feet
That's how grateful we are
OK, we're gonna take it right
Right, right, right down, way down
What we need is a break from the old routine
Can I kick it? Yes you can!
There ain't no justice, just us
OK, we've been doing this one
Quite a few nights running, but I'd
Like to take that one is
That a yes? Which one, then?
Goodbye girl, goodbye girl
Martin McLaren, Archer, Anais Nin
Well, basically
Chumbawamba are the sort of metals
Of the pop world the old groups
They're not concerned with what there
Is to be learned
They sell 501s and they think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money can I kick it?
This songs become a bit
Irrelevant now, innit
We may as well just go off now couple
Of yous could just get up and
We'll just fuck off i'm into
That mind, you know, 'cause I've
Got a hot chocolate waiting for
Me back there there's, uh
Quite a bit of anti-Criminal Justice Bill
Sentiment down in front here excellent!
What we need is a break from the old routine
You still want to come? Too late, too late
We're cut and we're fallen
Like harvested wheat
But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
And we will live on our feet, at least
At last that's how grateful we are
You still want to come? Too late, too late
We're cut and we're fallen
Like harvested wheat
But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
We will live on our feet, at least, at last
That's how grateful we are
That's how grateful ta
When was the very first
Time you saw Chumbawamba? In my dreams!
Ha!
Working in a forge, black lungs, burnt skin
Callouses, arched back, hammering, hammering
Stalin watching over us pigeon shit head
We'd spit on the floor at
This red bastard god
That's how grateful we are
Bronze statue, pink marble, built to last
We brought him to his knees in a single night
And the boots that remained I attacked
I attacked
Hammering, hammering, the past is past
That's how grateful we are
Scrub away, scrub away
And the noise rang out, metal on metal
Pigeons flit, dust settled
Out from the shadows we took to the streets
David chopping at the giant's feet
That's how grateful we are
OK, we're gonna take it right
Right, right, right down, way down
What we need is a break from the old routine
Can I kick it? Yes you can!
There ain't no justice, just us
OK, we've been doing this one
Quite a few nights running, but I'd
Like to take that one is
That a yes? Which one, then?
Goodbye girl, goodbye girl
Martin McLaren, Archer, Anais Nin
Well, basically
Chumbawamba are the sort of metals
Of the pop world the old groups
They're not concerned with what there
Is to be learned
They sell 501s and they think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money can I kick it?
This songs become a bit
Irrelevant now, innit
We may as well just go off now couple
Of yous could just get up and
We'll just fuck off i'm into
That mind, you know, 'cause I've
Got a hot chocolate waiting for
Me back there there's, uh
Quite a bit of anti-Criminal Justice Bill
Sentiment down in front here excellent!
What we need is a break from the old routine
You still want to come? Too late, too late
We're cut and we're fallen
Like harvested wheat
But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
And we will live on our feet, at least
At last that's how grateful we are
You still want to come? Too late, too late
We're cut and we're fallen
Like harvested wheat
But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
We will live on our feet, at least, at last
That's how grateful we are
That's how grateful ta