Lyrics Chumbawamba – Poverty Knock

I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, ‘poverty poverty knock’
Up every morning at five, I wonder that we keep alive
Tired and yawning another cold morning
It’s back to the dreary old drive.
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Oh dear we’re going to be late
Gaffer is stood at the gate
We’re out of pocket, our wages they’ll docket
We’ll have to buy grub on the slate
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And when our wages they bring, we’re often short of a string
While we are fighting with gaffer for snatching
We know to his brass he will cling
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Sometimes a shuttle flies out
and gives some poor woman a clout
There she lies bleeding but nobody’s heeding
Oh who’s going to carry her out?
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Oh dear, my poor head it sings
I should have woven three strings
My threads are breaking and my back is aching
Oh dear, I wish I had wings
Poverty poverty knock
Poverty poverty knock
Poverty poverty knock