Chumbawamba - The Big Issue lyrics

Spend the night under bridges

Over by the river

Down in the park through the winter

But there?s a house that I know

Safe and warm

And no-one ever goes there

(Down where the priests bless the wine...)

She?s been born into the wrong time

She keeps nonsense on her mind

She?s a poet, she?s a builder

She?s as bored as bored can be

She?s a have-not, she?s a know-all

She knows just how to say yes

She?s skating frozen chaos

Till the no-good gods are dead

But sometimes in the dead of night

Woken by the city lights

She wonders how she keeps alive...

This is the girl who lost the house

Which paid to the man who put up the rent

And threw out the girl to

Feather his own sweet home

She?s a clueless social climber

Likes the wrong side of the bed

She?s a pick-me-up and she?s a drink-to-me

In the company of friends

She?s tried every variation

She?s co common, she?s so cold

She?s homesick for a future

Can?t stomach what she?s told

On every street in every town

All her days are up and down

At home among the lost-and-founds...

This is the girl who lost the house

Which paid to the man who put up the rent

And threw out the girl to

Feather his own sweet home

Here?s the good samaritan

Looks away and carries on