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Chumbawamba - All mixed up

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Sitting on the shelf when someone called my number
   With a template in one hand, scissors in the other
   \'What lump of clay is this?\' Said the king maker to me
   Dull, gray matter, perfect for his alchemy
   The future flesh and blood on the bones of the big lie
   A no-wit who\'s face fits and never wonders why
   I met my Mephistophelles, the papers sealed in blood
   Like I got a transfer deal the lad done good
   Good King Danbert at the helm
   His face on every coin of the realm
   And every time we sing, it\'s three cheers for the king
   Hey, hey, hey
   Sirhan, Sirhan, where have you gone?
   All mixed up
   We take a fool for a king
   All mixed up
   Mistake a fool for a king
   The washing powder advert
   That everybody hates
   But all the research shows that\'s how brand names are made
   Squeaky clean, no skeletons
   In other words I\'ve never lived
   Makes me highly-qualified
   To decide what gives
   Rough-shod, riding rail-road
   Over all the awkward questions
   Queen Victoria of Grantham
   To give me her blessing
   It\'s written all over me
   I\'m touched by the hand
   I am the something very rotten
   In the state of little England
   (Repeat chorus)
   All mixed up

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki