paroles de chanson That's How Grateful We Are - Chumbawamba
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
(Repeat)
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
(Repeat)
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
(Repeat)
OK,
we're
gonna
take
it
right,
right,
right,
right
down,
way
down
What
we
need
is
a
break
from
the
old
routine
(Repeat)
Can
I
kick
it?
Yes
you
can!
(Repeat)
There
ain't
no
justice,
just
us
(Repeat)
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
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!
What
we
need
is
a
break
from
the
old
routine
(Repeat)
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
(Repeat)
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
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