Chumbawamba

Amnesia

Goodbye to the summerSold down the riverUnhappy ever afterWell did you ever?Did you ever reach for the glued-down penny?Same old joke and it’s not funnyBurns are red, bruises blueOut with the old, cheated by the new Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?I don’t rememberDo you suffer from long-term memory loss?I don’t remember You sing

Mary, Mary

No virgin me for I have sinnedI sold my soul for sex and ginGo call a priest, all meek and mildAnd tell him, "Mary is no more a child." It’s raining stones, it’s raining bileFrom the luxury of your denialSo I don’t deny, I don’t make doI’ll press alarms, place bets on truth I’m so

Mary Mary (Stigmatic Mix)

SPOKEN:Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the end of our death. Amen. No virgin me for I have sinned. I sold my soul for sex

Smalltown

And every morning comes too soonAll your nights are sleeplessPoison arrows to ruin your tomorrows Below suspicionCafes full of people dressed as spiesAnd all I know is guilt for being different It’s always raining stonesThere’s a killer in the homeIn a small townEverybody looks the same There are unwritten rulesUnspoken wordsShould I pack my fear

I Want More

Blue-rinse sugarWipe-clean couplePinched last supperCounting pretty pennyJohn BetjemanSome dead liarQuiet pink pictureUnder heavy manners This is Tearoom EnglandThey’ll kick your face inSo politelyThis is Tearoom EnglandThey’ll kick your face inOh so nicely I want more!No hurry, so sorry, don’t worryNo hurry, so sorry, don’t worryI want more! Bite-size chinaTea or tartarLipstick tracesTable set to blessSweet

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