Letra The big issue Chumbawamba

The big issue

There are those
Spend the night
Under bridges
Over by the river
Down in the park
Through the winter

But theres a house
That I know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests
Bless the wine

Shes been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
Shes a poet, shes a builder
Shes as bored as bored can be
Shes a have-not, shes a know-all
She knows just how to say yes
Shes 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

Shes a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
Shes a pick-me-up and shes a
Drink-to-me
In the company of friends
Shes tried every variation
Shes so common, shes so cold
Shes homesick for a future
Cant stomach what shes 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

Heres the good samaritan
Looks away and carries on