Younger Moralists Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Here in the comfort of a favorite chair 

Or smugly from the tap room at the Whitehorse 

I can prove mathematically 

Just when and when not to take up arms 

When to fight and when to surrender 

(Chorus) 

This way or that way or this way or that way 

Bang on the dustbin lids here come the Brits 

An empire of vampires we're sitting in our armchairs 

Nothing has changed we're just younger moralists 

Easy enough to turn the other cheek 

When you don't get slapped around 

When cupboards and bellies are full fit to burst 

Let the enemy do his worst 

(Repeat chorus) 

Here in written word, in song, in coversation 

Courtrooms sit in anticipation of the reading of the rules 

The exiled poet fleeing Nazi Germany, would say, 

'Oh these divine commandments are not much use against murder'