my english class

One of my favourite bands when I was a teenager. I liked them because their music was fun and catchy, and their look was great at that time, but I definitely liked them because of their critical sense of humor and their social concern.

They broke up in 1988 and Paul Heaton, vocalist and songwriter fromed THE BEAUTIFUL SOUTH

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me and the farmer

Me and the farmer get on fine
Through stormy weather and bottles of wine
If I pull my weight hell treat me well
But if Im late hell give me hell
And thought its all hard work no play
Farmer is a happy crook
Jesus hates him everyday
cause jesus gave and farmer took

{wont he let you go? } probably no
{wont he let you go? } probably no
{why does he treat you so? } I just dont know
{why does he treat you so? } I just dont know
Me and the farmer like brother, like sister
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and the farmer

Hes chpped down shppe, planted trees
And helped the countryside to breathe
Ripped up fields, bullied flocks
And workded his workers right around the clock

It may seem strange but hed admit
Intentions arent exactlly true
And through God loves his wife a bit
He hates the farmer through and through

{wont he let you go? } probably no
{wont he let you go? } probably no
{why does he treat you so? } I just dont know
{why does he treat you so? } I just dont know
Me and the farmer like brother, like sister
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and the farmer

All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All weve got is london zoo
cause farmer owns them all

get  up off our knees

Famines will be famines, banquets will be banquets
Some spend winter in a palace, some spend it in blankets
Dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
Dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
Time to end the praying
Listen what theyre saying

Get up off your knees
You can wag your finger till your fingers sore
Shake your head till it shakes no more

Paupers will be paupers, bankers will be bankers
Some own pennies in a jar, some own oil tankers
What may sound like tomorrow could be ours today
Theres no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray

Time to end the praying
Listen what theyre saying

Get up off your knees
You can wag your finger till your fingers sore
Shake your head till it shakes no more

Countries will be countries, borders will be borders
Some have lost their folks at war, some have give orders
Dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
Dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today

Time to end the praying
Listen what theyre saying

anxious

I was walking by the river, I was asking myself questions
But the answers I came up with didnt fit
Some have breakfast in bed some arent properly fed
The way they talk about it makes me want to spit
And theyre raising all their eyebrows at the raising of the pound
Whilst they raise another city to the ground
And were opening the doors and walking round on all fours
Looking for a sense in lost and found

Anxious, dont they know it is wrong, it makes me anxious
Anxious, dont they know it is wrong, it makes me anxious

I really thought Id have my tongue ties if I stood up to shout
But all they did was listen without their ears
And I thought Id be beheaded if I stuck my neck out
But they just gave me a hanky for my tears

I have confidence in confidence, I hope that hope pulls me through
But I think a little more is needed now
Weve got to form a congregation and sink down the nation
Batter all the sinners to the ground

Anxious, dont they know it is wrong, it makes me anxious
Anxious, dont they know it is wrong, it makes me anxious

[a middle bit of some repute]

Anxious, dont they know it is wrong, it makes me anxious
Anxious, dont they know it is wrong, it makes me anxious

flag day

Too many florence nightingales
Not enough robin hoods
Too many halos not enough heroes
Coming up with the goods
So you though youd like to change the world
Decided to stage a jumble sale
For the poor, for the poor

Its a waste of time if you know what they mean
Try shaking a box in front of the queen
cause her purse is fat and bursting at the seams
Its a waste of time if you know what they mean

Too many hands in too many pockets
Not enough hands on hearts
Too many ready to call it a day
Before the day starts

So you thought youd like to see them healed
Got blue peter to stage an appeal
For the poor, for the poor

Its a waste of time if you know what they mean
Try shaking a box in front of the queen
cause her purse is fat and bursting at the seams
Its a waste of time if you know what they mean

Flag day, flag day, flag day