Interpret:

Chumbawamba

Album:

Slap!

"That's How Grateful We Are"


 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