Lyrics Chumbawamba – You Don’t Exist
Text:
Take a seat, have a cigarette
We’re here to help you to forget
To snap you shut like a castanet
Tell me where it all went wrong
Why don’t you write the kind of songs
For people to sing along?
For people to sing along?
I used to play
The violin
Now I spend my days just
Listening in
You have no friends
You won’t be missed
I’m here to tell you that you don’t exist
You have no friends
You won’t be missed
I’m here to tell you that you don’t exist
There’s just one door out of here
You can save your career
Or you can
‘Disappear’
Our Glorious Leader would advise
Some kind of compromise
Anything else would be unwise
I used to play
The tambourine
Now I spend my days just
Listening in
You have no friends
You won’t be missed
I’m here to tell you that you don’t exist
You have no friends
You won’t be missed
I’m here to tell you that you don’t exist
You won’t be missed
I’m here to tell you that you don’t exist
Album
Chumbawamba – Chumbawamba - ABCDEFG
Chumbawamba – Puccini Said
Chumbawamba – Introduction
Chumbawamba – Voices, That’s All
Chumbawamba – Pickle
Chumbawamba – Wagner At The Opera
Chumbawamba – Underground
Chumbawamba – Torturing James Hetfield
Chumbawamba – The Devil’s Interval
Chumbawamba – Hammer, Stirrup & Anvil
Chumbawamba – Dance, Idiot, Dance
Chumbawamba – That Same So–So Tune
Chumbawamba – Singing Out The Days
Chumbawamba – You Don’t Exist
Chumbawamba – The Song Collector
Chumbawamba – Missed
Chumbawamba – Ratatatay
Chumbawamba – New York Song