Chumbawamba - ...Here's The Rest Of Your Life Lyrics
Why settle for what we're shownWhen there is so much more?Sometimes the Book of LawIs only half the storyMeans and ends:Deciding where to draw the lineLoss or work in Sellafield homesOr the threat of cancers yet to come?The choice is obvious:There is no choiceOnly the option of looking outsideThis narrow definition of "What you see is all there will ever be"There comes a time - that time is now -When every second, every dayWhen every action, every thoughtWill tell the world how you cast your voteThey break our legsAnd we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutchesTired of mild reformSick of hand-me-downsWe topple all the theories to the ground:All real changeMust come from belowOur bosses must live in fearOf the factory-floorAnd when they smileAnd they ask for my support,I'll give them these wordsAnd a bloody nose:You don't help your enemyWhen you're at warThere are moments in all of our livesTiny sparks still deep insideWhen a new-born baby criesWhen you're watching clouds in a summer skyThe first time you walked out on strikeLove and sex and holding lightTings that can't be boughtBy promises and votesI hate the things I love being criminalisedI hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up inI hate MPs, judges and magistratesI hate being taught to base my life on TV starsI hate being kept waiting by bureaucratsI hate wars, and all the people who love themI hate the idea of living on other people's backsI hate being filed, registered and classifiedI hate being watched and moniteredI hate policeI hate the way you talk down at meI hate being told what to doI hate you when you don't listenI hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornographyI hate the pain we inflict on each otherOn animals, and on the EarthAnd I hate how love songs have become such clichesthrough endless, shallow repititionEach angry wordEvery cynical put-downEvery song is carefully bornFrom a hope of something better to comeAll jumbled-upLove and hate and loveEach prompted by the other:For the cause of peace we have to go to warRefusing to sleepWhilst there's a world to winYet happy to dreamDreams make the plans to change this worldNot just some future heavenBut today and every dayIn our place of workIn the queue for the metrobusOrganise!Here's the rest of our lives!..A tiny spark still deep insideWe can and will run the factories and millsWe can and will educate ourselvesWe can and will work the fieldsWe can and will police ourselvesWe can and will create and buildOrganise!Here's the rest of our lives
