Chumbawamba The Big Issue
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 who lost the house Which paid to the man who put up the rent 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 a 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-founds... This is the who lost the house Which paid to the man who put up the rent And threw out the girl to Feather his own sweet home Here's the good samaritan Looks away and carries on