Chumbawamba - Younger Moralists lyrics
[Chumbawamba - Younger Moralists lyrics]
Here in the comfort of a favorite chair
Or smugly from the tap room at the Whitehorse
I can prove mathematically
Just when and when not to take up arms
When to fight and when to surrender
This way or that way or this way or that way
Bang on the dustbin lids here come the Brit's
An empire of vampires we're
Sitting in our armchairs
Nothing has changed we're
Just younger moralists
Easy enough to turn the other cheek
When you don't get slapped around
When cupboards and bellies are
Full fit to burst let the enemy do his worst
Here in written word, in song, in coversation
Courtrooms sit in anticipation of the
Reading of the rules
The exiled poet fleeing Nazi Germany
Would say
'Oh these divine commandments are not
Much use against murder'
Or smugly from the tap room at the Whitehorse
I can prove mathematically
Just when and when not to take up arms
When to fight and when to surrender
This way or that way or this way or that way
Bang on the dustbin lids here come the Brit's
An empire of vampires we're
Sitting in our armchairs
Nothing has changed we're
Just younger moralists
Easy enough to turn the other cheek
When you don't get slapped around
When cupboards and bellies are
Full fit to burst let the enemy do his worst
Here in written word, in song, in coversation
Courtrooms sit in anticipation of the
Reading of the rules
The exiled poet fleeing Nazi Germany
Would say
'Oh these divine commandments are not
Much use against murder'