OK, this one's called "Whitewash"
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When was the very first time you saw Chumbawamba?
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In my dreams!
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Ha!
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Working in a forge, black lungs, burnt skin
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Callouses, arched back, hammering, hammering
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Stalin watching over us pigeon shit head
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We'd spit on the floor at this red bastard god
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That's how grateful we are
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[Repeat]
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Bronze statue, pink marble, built to last
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We brought him to his knees in a single night
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And the boots that remained I attacked, I attacked
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Hammering, hammering, the past is past
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That's how grateful we are
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[Repeat]
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Scrub away, scrub away
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And the noise rang out, metal on metal
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Pigeons flit, dust settled
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Out from the shadows we took to the streets
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David chopping at the giant's feet
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That's how grateful we are
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[Repeat]
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OK, we're gonna take it right, right, right, right down, way down
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What we need is a break from the old routine
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[Repeat]
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Can I kick it? Yes you can!
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[Repeat]
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There ain't no justice, just us
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[Repeat]
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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?
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Goodbye girl, goodbye girl...
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Martin McLaren, Archer, Anais Nin...
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Well, basically, Chumbawamba are the sort of metals of the pop world
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The old groups, they're not concerned with what there is to be learned
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They sell 501s and they think it's funny, turning rebellion into money
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Can I kick it?
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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 man, 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!
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What we need is a break from the old routine
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[Repeat]
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You still want to come? Too late, too late
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We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat
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But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
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And we will live on our feet, at least, at last
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That's how grateful we are
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[Repeat]
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You still want to come? Too late, too late
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We're cut and we're fallen like harvested wheat
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But we lived on our feet, at least, at last
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We will live on our feet, at least, at last
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That's how grateful we are
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That's how grateful
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Ta
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That's How Grateful We Are
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| Chumbawamba |
