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I Wish That They'd Sack Me Lyrics

Six in the morning, don't want to wake
Sun laying low and the world sleeping late
Hate like the river, runs heavy and deep
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep
Five days from seven the week's hardly mine
The alarm clock's gone over to enemy lines
Waste my time working for cowards and creeps
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep

Rain strikes the window, heralds the day
Rain won't you wash these eight hours away?
Rain feeds the river, runs heavy and deep
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep
Birds at my window sing in the dawn
By the time that I'm home all this day will be gone
Spend my life sowing what others will reap
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep

Rain strikes the window, heralds the day
Rain won't you wash these eight hours away?
Rain feeds the river, runs heavy and deep
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep
Rain strikes the window, heralds the day
Rain won't you wash these eight hours away?
Rain feeds the river, runs heavy and deep
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep

Rain strikes the window, heralds the day
Rain won't you wash these eight hours away?
Rain feeds the river, runs heavy and deep
Oh I wish that they'd sack me and leave me to sleep
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Chumbawamba Lyrics
The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won. (2008)
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"I Wish That They'd Sack Me" is a song by Chumbawamba. It is track #7 from the album The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won. that was released in 2008. The duration of this song is 04:10.

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