Chumbawamba - Flesh & Blood & Feelings Lyrics
Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagans underpantsShes been there for eight years cooking up her planTo make the uk like big brother usaWhere selfmade men run everything and this is what they sayOnce upon a time, we had an ideaMr big thought it was a damn good ideaTogether we made the idea strongAnd before too long they could do no wrongAs the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew tooWe had a graphic designed who know just what to doHe made it plain and simple, red, white, and blueRed is the blood of the butchered indiansWhite is anglo-american apartheidBlue is the gee, Ill die for my country mentalityThat made it all possibleOur history, made from other peoples miseryOur history, built on other peoples povertyA present, the world into which we were bornI say, I say, I say, whats the biggest thing in the world today?Its the myth that men are big, that includes us ladsThe myth that weve got a rocket down our pantsWhen I was ten years old I was bought and soldOn films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths about mr. bigRock it!To be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!Mr bigs the bigger it is the more power it packsMr. bigs shiny prick nuclear dickHow do we measure up to it?At the age of twelve I thought to myself,Its gonna growFor the next seven years I kept a check of things down belowIt didnt growNow look at me on the front of this recordAdmittedly its not erectBut even allowing for exaggeration theres no comparison withThis microphone, sylvester stalloneElectric guitars, sports carsErrol flynn, jimmy hills chinStars and stripes and rubber pipesF-111 bombers and the contrasPost office tower penis powerMuscles and sweat cigarettesRonald reagans smile cruise missilesFourteen, fifteen, going on sixteenNo growth down below if you know what I meanI kept it very quiet, I felt a lot embarrassedI didnt like going in public toiletsAt school I skipped showersThe state separatism of an all-boys schoolI couldnt relate to girls, there were different rulesI just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dressThey did right not to like it, cause women are not *****in objectsLike with anything else which we keep to ourselvesWe end up taking it out on somebody elseIt becomes a big thing without being big at allI felt very inadequate, confused, and smallWe hide our feelings, our flesh and our bloodStart putting out mr. toughTo be larger than life, more than just flesh and bloodLike the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubsWe pretend it doesnt hurt as we beat each other upIn our confusion we want to be more than flesh and bloodLike the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelingsIts easier to avoid the emotional scenesSo when it comes to our lives we do not see who were hurtingLike the good guys on tv we dont know our own feelingsAll I needed was demystificationAnd its as simple as thisWere flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing lessFlesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing lessFlesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing lessFlesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing lessI say, I say, I say, whats the biggest idea in the world today?Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracyChurchill died in 1965, but God and country survivedAs a lad I was full of it, it took me twenty years to see through itThe state freedom which keeps us in our placeWhich keeps us blind to how governments operateAnd gives us war to cover our insignificanceAnd gives thatcher what she wantedA vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smileEverybodys happy, the union jacks on the jack again over port stanleyYoung growing lads are watching every moveTo see how they measure upGrowing up confused, like I didcause their minds are being messed upThe pretending becomes the reality as we turn out the lightsTurn on the power and ***** the consequencesThe reality of rape and violenceFrom the bedrooms to the backstreetsAnd the mass-manufactured murderFrom the boardrooms to the battlefieldsThe reality of their freedomBehind the smiles, the lies, the celebrationsThe price of trying to forget ourselvesTrying to hide but still being racked with painSuch is the life they would have us leadTo kill or be killed for their ideaWheres the freedom, I ask, in being told what to do?And living in constant fear?If were ever gonna change this thingWeve got to try and find a way from withinWithin our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be somethingSomething real, a feeling which is not for saleWhich they cant drownA love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to keep us downLike northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libyaThe free world penis power intervention is so similarWhere flesh and blood and feeling peopleFighting for their lives, trying to resistAre tortured and killed by democracies and labelled terroristsFlesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing lessFlesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing lessFlesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing lessFlesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing lessFlesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing lessPeoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this messSomething real, a feeling which will never be for saleA love for each other, a will to resist those who will build our prison wallsFlesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less(repeat and fade)
