Текст песни Chumbawamba - Stitch That
Chumbawamba - Stitch That слова песни
When I was about fourteen I used to go out with complete dickheads-- blokes that thought they had a right to hit ya. Only I didn`t realize, and one day a bloke called young Collet, punched me And I pulled him down by hair and I punched his fucking head in.A husband came home drunk each nightAnd he thrashed her black and he thrashed her whiteHe thrashed her to within an inch of her lifeThen he slept like a log, did her husbandAs he lay and snored in bedA strange idea came into her headShe went for the needle and she went for the threadAnd straight to her sleeping husbandShe started to stitch with a girlish thrillWith a woman`s art and a seamstress` skillShe pinned and tucked with an iron willAll around her sleeping husbandHusband awoke with a pain in his headHe found he could not move in bed"Sweet Christ I`ve lost the use of me legs!"Wife just smiled at her husbandThree six nine, he drank wineHe got hooked by a stitch in timeShe broke, he got choked and they never went to heaven in a little row boatClap clap, clap clapClap clap, clap clapMy mother told me, if I was goodieThat she would by me a loaded UziShe thrashed him black, she thrashed him blueWith a frying pan and a colander, tooWith a rolling pin just a stroke or twoA battered and bleeding husbandIsn`t it true what small can doWith a thread and a stitch and a thought or twoHe`s wiped his slate, his boozing`s throughGoodbye to a drunken husbandKick out the jams, motherfucker!