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Chumbawamba – Sewing Up Crap lyrics
I don't know (Repeats)
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
A cut-price empire
Clean-cut lines
A perfect body
And a dirty mind
The rules of this game
Say we all look the same
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
We'll put a spin on it
We'll take a pencil to it
We'll make a virtue out of keeping oh so quiet about it
I don't know, and I don't want to know (Repeats)
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
Talk about child's play
Count the birthdays
A stitch in time says 'Just look the other way'
The rules of this game
Say you don't know her name
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
We'll span a hundred years for it
We'll make a killing out of it
And we'll corner the market
By keeping oh so quiet about it
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
Working for The Gap
Sewing up crap(Repeats)
"One up the chimney goes
Two hawks a tray of matches
Three braves the weaving floor
All pray for the life of Four
Five down the pit descends
Six plows in fields and meadows
Seven spins the handloom round
Eight lies in th' burial ground"(Repeats)
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
A cut-price empire
Clean-cut lines
A perfect body
And a dirty mind
The rules of this game
Say we all look the same
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
We'll put a spin on it
We'll take a pencil to it
We'll make a virtue out of keeping oh so quiet about it
I don't know, and I don't want to know (Repeats)
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
Talk about child's play
Count the birthdays
A stitch in time says 'Just look the other way'
The rules of this game
Say you don't know her name
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
We'll span a hundred years for it
We'll make a killing out of it
And we'll corner the market
By keeping oh so quiet about it
Chain, chain, chain (Repeats)
Working for The Gap
Sewing up crap(Repeats)
"One up the chimney goes
Two hawks a tray of matches
Three braves the weaving floor
All pray for the life of Four
Five down the pit descends
Six plows in fields and meadows
Seven spins the handloom round
Eight lies in th' burial ground"(Repeats)
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