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Chumbawamba - Here's to the rest of your life



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Why settle for what we\'re shown
   When there is so much more
   Sometimes the book of law
   Is only half the story
   Means and ends
   Deciding where to draw the line
   Loss of work in Sellafield homes
   Or the threat of cancers yet to come
   The choice seems obvious
   There is no choice
   Only the option of looking outside
   This narrow definition of
   What you see is all there will ever be
   There comes a time--that time is now
   When every second, every day
   When every action, every though
   Will tell the world how you cast your vote
   They break our legs
   And we say thank you when they offer us crutches
   Tired of mild reform
   Sick of hand-me-downs
   We topple all the theories to the ground
   All real change
   Must come from below
   Our bosses must live in fear
   Of the factory floor
   And when they smile
   And they ask for my support
   I\'ll give them these words
   And a bloody nose
   You don\'t help your enemy
   When you\'re at war
   There are moments in all of our lives
   Tiny sparks still deep inside
   When a new-born baby cries
   When you\'re watching clouds in a summer sky
   The first time you walked out on strike
   Love and sex and holding tight
   Things that can\'t be bought
   By promises and votes
   I hate the things I love being criminalized
   I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in
   I hate MPs, judges, and magistrates
   I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars
   I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats
   I hate wars, and all the people who love them
   I hate the idea of living on other people\'s backs
   I hate being filed and registered and classified
   I hate being watched and monitored
   I hate police
   I hate the way you talk down at me
   I hate being told what to do
   I hate you when you don\'t listen
   I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography
   I hate the pain we inflict on each other, on animals, and on the earth
   And I hate how love songs have become cliches
   Through endless, shallow repetition
   Each angry word
   Every cynical put-down
   Every song is carefully born
   From a hope of something better to come
   All jumbled-up
   Love and hate and love
   Each prompted by the other
   For the cause of peace we have to go to war
   Refusing to sleep
   Whilst there\'s a world to win
   Yet happy to dream
   Dreams make the plans to change this world
   Not just some future heaven
   But today and every day
   In our place of work
   In the queue for the metro bus
   Organize!
   Here\'s the rest of our lives!
   (Repeat)
   A tiny spark still deep inside
   (Repeat)
   We can and will run the factories and mills
   We can and will educate ourselves
   We can and will work the fields
   We can and will police ourselves
   We can and will run the factories and mills
   We can and will educate ourselves
   We can and will work the fields
   We can and will police ourselves
   We can and will create and build
   (Repeat)




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