Adversity Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Thirty years of the same old shit 

Of music, money, hit after hit 

Smiles, lies, sales, walls 

That's thirty years of rock and roll 

They changed it's name once or twice 

Get rebellious with a company deal 

Business thrives where honesty fails 

Contracts? Con tricks! 

Sing revolution, wait 'til it starts 

One eye on the bank account, one on the charts 

Government-sponsored rebellion--buy it! 

A bit more product to keep us quiet! 

Shhh 

Product sells, people die 

Same revolution, wrapped in lies 

In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and roles 

The biggest prizes to the biggest fools 

Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings 

'Who makes the money when the puppets sing?' 

Ask the corporations 

'Where does the money go?' 

Ask the empty-bellied children 

'Tell me what are we singing for?' 

Until we pull down the walls 

It'll stay the same 

Until we find something new 

Make it change 

I know there most be more 

So what are we singing for? 

These puppets, underneath the skin, have the same problems as you and me--they want to be loved, don't know where to begin. Just a wall's width away, but impossible to get close. Offstage, with nothing to hide behind, the puppets are running away. And meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... 

If our music makes you happy or content 

It has failed 

If our music entertains, but doesn't inspire 

It has failed 

The music's not a threat 

Action the music inspires can be a threat! 

I know there must be more...