Here's The Rest Of Your Life Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Why settle for what we're shown 

When there is so much more? 

Sometimes the Book of Law 

Is only half the story 

Means and ends: 

Deciding where to draw the line 

Loss or work in Sellafield homes 

Or the threat of cancers yet to come? 

The choice is obvious: 

There is no choice 

Only the option of looking outside 

This narrow definition of "What you see is all there will ever be" 

There comes a time - that time is now - 

When every second, every day 

When every action, every thought 

Will tell the world how you cast your vote 

They break our legs 

And we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches 

Tired of mild reform 

Sick of hand-me-downs 

We topple all the theories to the ground: 

All real change 

Must come from below 

Our bosses must live in fear 

Of the factory-floor 

And when they smile 

And they ask for my support, 

I'll give them these words 

And a bloody nose: 

You don't help your enemy 

When you're at war 

There are moments in all of our lives 

Tiny sparks still deep inside 

When a new-born baby cries 

When you're watching clouds in a summer sky 

The first time you walked out on strike 

Love and sex and holding light 

Tings that can't be bought 

By promises and votes 

I hate the things I love being criminalised 

I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in 

I hate MPs, judges and magistrates 

I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars 

I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats 

I hate wars, and all the people who love them 

I hate the idea of living on other people's backs 

I hate being filed, registered and classified 

I hate being watched and monitered 

I hate police 

I hate the way you talk down at me 

I hate being told what to do 

I hate you when you don't listen 

I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography 

I hate the pain we inflict on each other 

On animals, and on the Earth 

And I hate how love songs have become such cliches 

through endless, shallow repitition 

Each angry word 

Every cynical put-down 

Every song is carefully born 

From a hope of something better to come 

All jumbled-up 

Love and hate and love 

Each prompted by the other: 

For the cause of peace we have to go to war 

Refusing to sleep 

Whilst there's a world to win 

Yet happy to dream 

Dreams make the plans to change this world 

Not just some future heaven 

But today and every day 

In our place of work 

In the queue for the metrobus 

Organise! 

Here's the rest of our lives! 

..A tiny spark still deep inside 

We can and will run the factories and mills 

We can and will educate ourselves 

We can and will work the fields 

We can and will police ourselves 

We can and will create and build 

Organise! 

Here's the rest of our lives!