Chumbawamba: 2 in 1

Sometimes feels like singing your life away
F sharp minor up and down the motorway
Too dog-tired; wouldn't want it any other way
Laughter in a time of War
Love on a Monday, football on a Saturday
Home-grown strawberries to justify the rain
Sometimes I do, but I shouldn't complain
Laughter in a time of War

Oh my soul
We got oil for the pan
We got rock n roll
Laughter lines run deeper than skin
And the world's just
Something that the cat brought in

Late summer evening after the attack
Food from the aeroplanes wrapped up in a flag
He went for the money but he won't come back
Laughter in a time of War
Take my life and sing it back to me
My big mouth, it's my own worst enemy
Funny how it all sounds better in harmony
Laughter in a time of War

Oh my soul [Repeat: x3]
The people at the top have further to fall

William Francis, noble lord
His fortune built on sweat and sword
Built an empire tall as a hill
But he don't have fun and he never will
My, my

Sees the world so far below
And though he tries, he'll never know
Friends to greet the breaking of day
And love to pass the night away
My, my

William Francis high and dry
With his paradise denied
My, my

William Francis, lost, alone
A thousand ifs and a heart of stone
He measures his life in gain and cost
But he'll never add up the world he lost
My, my

William Francis works us hard
But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard
He cannot laugh and he cannot cry
'Cause William Francis is cold inside
My, my

William Francis high and dry
With his paradise denied
My, my

When Alexander met Emma
The first day she came to New York
Sach's cafe in Manhattan
Coffee and cigarettes and talk

Sun beating down on the East Side
Introductions are made in the haze
Emma, meet Alexander
Emma just smiles as she says

"Take my hand
I'll take yours,
Save my life
I'll save yours"

Life stretches loudly before her
From the Bowery to old Suffolk Street
The five dollar bill in her pocket
And a world full of people to meet

Ships riggin' up in the Hudson
Waiting for love to set sail
Emma, she tells Alexander
"I'll be there when you walk from the jail"

"Take my hand
I'll take yours,
Save my life
I'll save yours"

Newspaper talk turns to headlines
A love so cemented in fame
A word to the strike-breaking bosses
Propaganda in deed and in name

Fourteen long years on the island
It's a lifetime of summers to wait
And Emma, she meets Alexander
As they unlock the last prison gate

"Take my hand
I'll take yours,
Save my life
I'll save yours"

Have a word with your patron saint
Cover up the cracks with a lick of paint
All the exits are double-locked
Because st Sebastian sways but doesn't rock

Here's to you - you put up a fight
You're the last to leave, now turn out the light
You danced to the devil and the feathery wife
Now the ordinance survey is mapping out your life

Look at the small print, it's what we agreed
Sign your name before we teach you how to read
This is the land, the land of 'Do What You're Told'
The land of the free, if you don't leave the fold
Smile a little wider as you're waiting to be sold
This is the land, the land of 'Do What You're Told'

I'm a celebrity - let me in here
One last jump from the end of the pier
We breached the wall, but I was too tired to run
My get up and go got up and now it's gone

Look at the small print, it's what we agreed
Sign your name before we teach you how to read
This is the land, the land of Do What You're Told
The land of the free, if you don't leave the fold
Smile a little wider as you're waiting to be sold
This is the land, the land of Do What You're Told
This is the land, the land of Do What You're Told
With a little lip service to breaking the mould
Smile a little wider as you're waiting to be sold
This is the land, the Land of Do What You're Told

(We're going on strike for twelve per cent
We're not downhearted yet
They're filming it all for a reality show
So twelve per cent we'll get)

For all those feet in ancient times
For stepping out of line
Dragging time and tide
Against the keepers of the past
The flags of class and caste
Limp upon the mast

[Chorus]
All your week you were someone's slave
Today you're a free man
If they tell you you can't
Then you can
You can, you can, you can

Walking high upon the hills
Rough-shod against well-heeled
A butterfly breaks upon the wheel
A compass and a cap
A sing-song and a scrap
A dotted line across the map

[Chorus]

Every five-barred gate my home
A place to call my own
Stone to boundary stone
For every footprint on the land
The banners and the banned
Who swayed the best-laid plans

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