Chumbawamba

Chumbawamba - The Big Issue lyrics

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There are those, spend the night under bridges

Over by the river, down in the park through the winter

But there´s a house that I know, safe and warm

And no-one ever goes there down where the priests bless the wine

She´s been born into a wrong time she keeps nonsense on her mind

She´s a poet, she´s a builder, she´s as bored as bored can be

She´s a have-not, she´s a know-all, she knows just how to say yes

She´s skating frozen chaos ‘till the no-good gods are dead

But sometimes in the “Dead Of Knight,” woken by the city lights

She wonders how she keeps alive...

This is the girl who lost the house

Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign

And threw out the girl to feather his own sweet home

She´s a clueless social climber likes the wrong side of the bed

She´s a pick-me-up and she´s a drink-to-me in the company of friends

She´s tried every variation, she´s so common, she´s so cold

She´s homesick for a future can´t stomach what she´s told

On every street in every town, all her days are up and down

At home among the lost-and-founds...

This is the girl who lost the house

Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign

And threw out the girl to feather his own sweet home

Here´s the good Samaritan, looks away and carries on

Looks away and carries on

This is the girl who lost the house

Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign

And threw out the girl to feather his own sweet home

This is the girl who lost the house

Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign

And threw out the girl to feather his own sweet home

This is the girl who lost the house

(There are those, spend the night under bridges)

Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign

(Over by the river, down in the park through the winter)

And threw out the girl to feather his own sweet home

This is the girl who lost the house

(But there´s a house that I know, safe and warm)

Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign

(And no-one ever goes there down where the priests bless the wine)

And threw out the girl to feather his own sweet home

Thank you for every tree and flower, thank you for every sky of blue

Thank you I should be every hour, truly thanking you

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(Hi, only the lucky night two children would sail the night and come servant clean. And I only know which is which ‘cause one of them, everyone is down to Israel.)

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