Chumbawamba - Mouthful of Shit paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Mouthful of Shit - Chumbawamba



Judging by his outlandish attire
He′s some kind of free thinking anarchist
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth′s full of shit
Do something about it
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
Can′t hear you 'cos your mouth′s full of shit
Can't hear you 'cos your mouth′s full of shit
Do something about it
Can′t hear you 'cos your mouth′s full of shit
Well i'm really back to basics right beside a bar
Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card
Good call
What′s the crack what's the damage done today
From the commons to the common a banana skin away
Knock it back knock it out
Chuck a nightmare dart
Quiet
Compere on the mic turns turning to the court
Putting beef vol-au-vents across the union jack
Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back
Can′t hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Can′t hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
Can′t hear you 'cos your mouth′s full of shit
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth′s full of shit
Do something about it
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
You think you′re god's gift
You′re a liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire
You think you're god′s gift
You′re a liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire
Can′t hear you 'cos your mouth′s full of shit
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth′s full of shit
Up yer ronson
Take a tab
With a flash of zippo light
Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right
Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand
A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam
Local lad made bad with cowboy charm
Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-′em-all barb
Pass the mic
Karaoke with the yesteryear stars
Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
Can′t hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
Can′t hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
Can′t hear you 'cos your mouth′s full of shit
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth′s full of shit
You think you're god′s gift
You're a liar
I wouldn′t piss on you if you were on fire
You think you're god′s gift
You're a liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire
Can′t hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
Can′t hear you 'cos your mouth′s full of shit
Do something about it
Can't hear you ′cos your mouth's full of shit
(Repeat till fade)



Writer(s): Louise Watts, Nigel Hunter, Paul Greco, Darren Hamer, Allan Whalley, Duncan Bruce, Alice Nutter


Chumbawamba - Anarchy
Album Anarchy
date de sortie
01-05-1994


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Исполнитель Chumbawamba, альбом The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won.
The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won.
2008


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