Letra de The Big Issue (acoustic version) - Chumbawamba

There are those
Spend the night
Under bridges
Over by the river down
In the park
Through the winter

But there's a house
That I know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests
Bless the wine

She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet, she's a builder
She's as bored as bored can be
She's a have-not, she's a know-all
She knows just how to say yes
She's skating frozen chaos
Till the no-good gods are dead

But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive...

This is the girl
Who lost the house
Which paid to the man
Who put up the rent sign
And threw out the girl
To feather his own sweet home

She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me
In the company of friends
She's tried every variation
She's so common, she's so cold
She's homesick for the future
Can't stomach what she's told

On every street in every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost-and-found
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This is the girl
Who lost the house
Which paid to the man
Who put up the rent sign
And threw out the girl
To feather his own sweet home

Here's the good Samaritan
Looks away and carries on
Looks away and carries on

This is the girl
Who lost the house
Which paid to the man
Who put up the rent sign
And threw out the girl
To feather his own sweet home

This is the girl
Who lost the house
Which paid to the man
Who put up the rent sign
And threw out the girl
To feather his own sweet home

There are those (This is the girl)
Spend the night (Who lost the house)
Under bridges (Which paid to the man)
Over by the river down (Who put up the rent sign)
In the park (And threw out the girl)
Through the winter (To feather his own sweet home)

But there's a house (This is the girl)
That I know (Who lost the house)
Safe and warm (Which paid to the man)
And no-one ever goes there (Who put up the rent sign)
Down where the priests(And threw out the girl)
Bless the wine (To feather his own sweet home)

Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of blue
Thank you I should be every hour
Truly thanking you