Текст песни Chumbawamba - Poverty Knock
Chumbawamba - Poverty Knock слова песни
(Chorus)`Poverty poverty knock,` my loom is a saying all dayPoverty poverty knock, gaffer`s too skinny to payPoverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clockI know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, `poverty poverty knock`Up every morning at five, I wonder that we keep aliveTired and yawning in the cold morningIt`s back to the dreary old drive.(Repeat chorus)Oh dear we`re going to be lateGaffer is stood at the gateWe`re out of pockets, our wages they`ll dock itWe`ll have to buy grub on the slate(Repeat chorus)And when our wages they`ll bring, we`re often short of a stringWhile we are fighting with gaffer for snatching (?)We know to his breast he will cling(Repeat chorus)Sometimes a shuttle flies outand gives some poor woman a cloutThere she lies bleeding but nobody`s heedingOh who`s going to carry her out?(Repeat chorus)Oh dear, my poor head it singsI should have woven three stringsMy threads are breaking and my back is achingOh dear, I wish I had wingsPoverty poverty knockPoverty poverty knockPoverty poverty knock