Flesh & Blood & Feelings Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's underpants 

She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan 

To make the uk like big brother usa 

Where selfmade men run everything and this is what they say 

"once upon a time, we had an idea 

Mr big thought it was a damn good idea 

Together we made the idea strong 

And before too long they could do no wrong 

As the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too 

We had a graphic designed who know just what to do 

He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue" 

Red is the blood of the butchered indians 

White is anglo-american apartheid 

Blue is the "gee, I'll die for my country" mentality 

That made it all possible 

Our history, made from other people's misery 

Our history, built on other people's poverty 

A present, the world into which we were born 

I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the world today? 

It's the myth that men are big, that includes us lads 

The myth that we've got a rocket down our pants 

When I was ten years old I was bought and sold 

On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths about mr. big 

Rock it! 

"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!" 

Mr big's the bigger it is the more power it packs 

Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear dick 

How do we measure up to it? 

At the age of twelve I thought to myself, 

"it's gonna grow" 

For the next seven years I kept a check of things down below 

It didn't grow 

Now look at me on the front of this record 

Admittedly it's not erect 

But even allowing for exaggeration there's no comparison with 

This microphone, sylvester stallone 

Electric guitars, sports cars 

Errol flynn, jimmy hill's chin 

Stars and stripes and rubber pipes 

F-111 bombers and the contras 

Post office tower penis power 

Muscles and sweat cigarettes 

Ronald reagan's smile cruise missiles 

Fourteen, fifteen, going on sixteen 

No growth down below if you know what I mean 

I kept it very quiet, I felt a lot embarrassed 

I didn't like going in public toilets 

At school I skipped showers 

The state separatism of an all-boys school 

I couldn't relate to girls, there were different rules 

I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress 

They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects 

Like with anything else which we keep to ourselves 

We end up taking it out on somebody else 

It becomes a big thing without being big at all 

I felt very inadequate, confused, and small 

We hide our feelings, our flesh and our blood 

Start putting out mr. tough 

To be larger than life, more than just flesh and blood 

Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs 

We pretend it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up 

In our confusion we want to be more than flesh and blood 

Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings 

It's easier to avoid the emotional scenes 

So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting 

Like the good guys on tv we don't know our own feelings 

All I needed was demystification 

And it's as simple as this 

We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest idea in the world today? 

Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy 

Churchill died in 1965, but God and country survived 

As a lad I was full of it, it took me twenty years to see through it 

The state freedom which keeps us in our place 

Which keeps us blind to how governments operate 

And gives us war to cover our insignificance 

And gives thatcher what she wanted 

A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile 

Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley 

Young growing lads are watching every move 

To see how they measure up 

Growing up confused, like I did 

'cause their minds are being messed up 

The pretending becomes the reality as we turn out the lights 

Turn on the power and fuck the consequences 

The reality of rape and violence 

From the bedrooms to the backstreets 

And the mass-manufactured murder 

From the boardrooms to the battlefields 

The reality of their freedom 

Behind the smiles, the lies, the celebrations 

The price of trying to forget ourselves 

Trying to hide but still being racked with pain 

Such is the life they would have us lead 

To kill or be killed for their idea 

Where's the freedom, I ask, in being told what to do? 

And living in constant fear? 

If we're ever gonna change this thing 

We've got to try and find a way from within 

Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be something 

Something real, a feeling which is not for sale 

Which they can't drown 

A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to keep us down 

Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya 

The free world penis power intervention is so similar 

Where flesh and blood and feeling people 

Fighting for their lives, trying to resist 

Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled terrorists 

Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this mess 

Something real, a feeling which will never be for sale 

A love for each other, a will to resist those who will build our prison walls 

Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less 

(repeat and fade)