Текст песни Hull or Hell - Chumbawamba
Of
larks
trains
windows
and
brooks
The
poet
he
writes
it
all
down
in
his
book
Won't
meet
your
eye
but
he
wants
you
to
look
In
Hull
or
hell
he
lies
Lambs
in
the
winter
and
swans
in
the
spring
Children
at
play
they're
like
birds
on
the
wing
And
the
poet
he
writes
that
the
sun
seems
to
swing
In
Hull
or
hell
he
lies
Away
from
the
world
and
away
from
the
page
Hidden
in
corners
the
gathering
of
age
Retreats
to
the
wings
where
he
once
held
the
stage
In
Hull
or
hell
he
lies
The
dirt
and
the
filth
that
we
don't
get
to
see
That's
eating
his
language
away
This
yellow-eyed
nastiness
hides
from
the
light
of
the
day
Resenting
the
everyday
growing
so
old
Where
winter
once
pictured
as
flowers
in
fold
Turned
frosty
and
bitter
and
weathered
and
cold
In
Hull
or
hell
he
lies
His
housemaid
she
tried
but
the
dirt
grew
so
fast
The
darkest
of
colours
he
nailed
to
the
mast
Stuck
in
his
ways
like
he's
stuck
in
the
past
1 Lord Bateman's Motorbike
2 When an Old Man Dies
3 Add Me
4 Words Can Save Us
5 Hull or Hell
6 El Fusilado
7 Unpindownable
8 I Wish That They'd Sack Me
9 Word Bomber
10 All Fur Coat & No Knickers
11 Fine Line
12 A Fine Career
13 To a Little Radio
14 (Words Flew) Right Around the World
15 Sing About Love
16 Bury Me Deep
17 You Watched Me Dance
18 Compliments of Your Waitress
19 Rip RP
20 Charlie
21 The Ogre
22 Refugee
23 Same Old Same Old
24 Waiting for the Bus
25 What We Want
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