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