Chumbawamba - Outsider Lyrics
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Outsider
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What Are The Lyrics For Outsider By Chumbawamba?
Outsider
You see me you hear me There are millions who think just like Me Creepy Crawling What a wonderful world A loose door jam a light left on The oldest national lottery Enter Johnny Go Darkly Come to spoil my party Smell of faeces lingers Echo of light fingers Cold comfort blankets Steeped in creeping anger Flatfoot comes poking Compounding my misery Grinding pestle and mortar Adding insult to injury If only this, if only that, If only in my guts See my life before my eyes Trampled underfoot Creepy crawling All the creeps go creepy crawling Same thing every night How can stealing candy from a Baby Seem alright? What a wonderful world Corvino, carrion crow Skulking with his mobile Slippery peat-bog eyes Stick-on smiley smile Small print like quicksand Not a wooden leg to stand on Sinking through my stomach The ground beneath me gone Free-fall, call Ophelia Clutching at straw Mixed with bloody feathers From scruff of neck of crow Johnny go! Johnny gone! Too much drink in your Tum-tum-tum See this finger, see this thumb See this fist and watch it come Creepy crawling All the creeps go creepy crawling Same thing every night How can stealing candy from a Baby Seem alright? What a wonderful world |
Who Wrote Outsider By Chumbawamba?
Judith Abbott, Duncan Bruce, Paul Greco, Darren Hamer, Nigel Hunter, Alice Nutter, Louise Watts, Allan Whalley
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