Chumbawamba - The Big Issue Lyrics
There are thoseSpend the nightUnder bridgesOver by the riverDown in the parkThrough the winterBut theres a houseThat I knowSafe and warmAnd no-one ever goes thereDown where the priestsBless the wineShes been born into the wrong timeShe keeps nonsense on her mindShes a poet, shes a builderShes as bored as bored can beShes a have-not, shes a know-allShe knows just how to say yesShes skating frozen chaosTill the no good gods are deadBut sometimes in the dead of nightWoken by the city lightsShe wonders how she keeps alive...This is the girl whoLost the house whichPaid to the man whoPut up the rent andThrew out the girl toFeather his own sweet homeShes a clueless social climberLikes the wrong side of the bedShes a pick-me-up and shes aDrink-to-meIn the company of friendsShes tried every variationShes so common, shes so coldShes homesick for a futureCant stomach what shes toldOn every street in every townAll her days are up and downAt home among theLost-and-founds...This is the girl whoLost the house whichPaid to the man whoPut up the rent andThrew out the girl toFeather his own sweet homeHeres the good samaritanLooks away and carries on
