Chumbawamba - Look! No Strings! Lyrics
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and cardHark, the angels sing paste the lordThat was the armley tabernacle choir. next well be hearing the true story of an american housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of jesus christ in the skies of indiana.High above the streets and housesMisses meta battle, with one hand on the valium and one hand on the bottleSomewhere over indiana, eight miles highMeta battle sees the good lord wandering cross the sky(chorus)Have your fun whilst your aliveYou wont get nothing when you dieHave a good time all the time because you wont get nothing when you dieLook, no strings--just paper, glue, and cardHark, the angels sing paste the lordGobsmacked, william shatneredMeta does a double takeCome on baby, do the camera shakeHalf expecting from the aisle a certain mister beadleWatching you, watching us, watching misses meta battle(repeat chorus)Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and cardHark, the angels sing paste the lordMeta battle shot her lordAnd watched him tumble downAnd now theres people out with polaroids all around townAnd who knows, that jesus on the church near your house may well be the originalKiss it as you pass(repeat chorus)Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and cardHark, the angels sing paste the lord(repeat)Susej em kcuf ho(repeat)
