Chumbawamba - Hull or hell

Of la^Grks trains w^Cindows and brooks The po^Get he writes it all d^Cown in his book W^Gon't meet your eye but he wa^Cnts you to look In H^Amull or hell he l^Dies In H^Amull or hell he l^Dies

La^Gmbs in the winter and sw^Cans in the spring Ch^Gildren at play they're like bi^Crds on the wing And the p^Goet he writes that the s^Cun seems to swing In H^Amull or hell he l^Dies In H^Amull or hell he l^Dies

Aw^Gay from the world and aw^Cay from the page Hi^Gdden in corners the g^Cathering of age Retrea^Gts to the wings where he o^Cnce held the stage In H^Amull or hell he l^Dies In H^Amull or hell he l^Dies

The d^Girt and the filth that we do^Cn't get to see That^G's eating his language a^Cway This ye^Gllow-eyed nastiness h^Cides from the light of the d^Amay ^{D Am D}

Resen^Gting the everyday gro^Cwing so old Where win^Gter once pictured as flo^Cwers in fold Turned fro^Gsty and bitter and we^Cathered and cold In H^Amull or hell he l^Dies In H^Amull or hell he l^Dies ... (Repeat and fade)

His h^Gousemaid she tried but the di^Crt grew so fast The darkest^G of colours he n^Cailed to the mast Stu^Gck in his ways like he's st^Cuck in the past