Тексты песен «Crass»

The bastards, what are they playing at? Don't like the music, don't like the words Don't like the sentiments Well keep it for the birds and bees, boys, bastards Yes that's right, I stepped out of line What do you want?...

Chorus: Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see? Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see? They can fuck off, cos they ain't got...

Think I was born on this wretched earth for you to govern and kill? In your stinking factories and offices with your stupid systems and skills? Think I've got nothing better to do than to grovel in the shit and the...

Our boys have returned as men, our men. Our men have returned, amen. The spoils of war. The hero, the lads, men pulled together for war. Set out to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands...

Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi Another threatening glance, another macho stance, Another aggressive...

We're looking for a better world, but what do we see? Just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery So much money spent on war When three quarters of the world is so helplessly poor Major General Despair sits at his desk,...

Chorus: Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand At the end of my arm was my own fucking hand In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies I didn't fucking need them with their...

Mother? Mother? Mother? Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is that you? She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? It's Myra Hindley on the cover Your very own sweet anti-mother There she is, on...

ATTENTION. Piss to the parties, the politicians. The pratt-stud men and their slaughter games. ATTENTION. Reagan. Thatcher. Andrapov. You stink and kill this earth for your powerful silk-purse morality. ATTENTION...

They're always there high in the skies... Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare Pretty as a picture in the generals' eyes Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare They've done it once, they'll do it again They'll...

Who needs lobotomy when we've got the ITV Who needs ECT when there's good old BBC? Switch on the set, light up the screen Fantasise and dream about what you might have been Who needs controlling when they've got the...

All I am I give to you You'll honor me, I'll obey you Rich or poor or come what may We'll forsake all other love Just we two, one flesh, one blood In the eyes of god I am yours to have & hold I'm giving you my...

Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze They say "forget yourself, adorn with this disguise" This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores Let me warn you of their cold...

Yes that's right, punk is dead It's just another cheap product for the consumers head Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters CBS promote the Clash Ain't for revolution,...

Yes that's right, punk is dead It's just another cheap product for the consumers head Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters CBS promote the Clash Ain't for...

I AM NO FEEBLE CHRIST/NOT ME/HE HANGS IN GLIB DELIGHT UPON HIS CROSS/ ABOVE MY BODY/LOWLY ME/CHRIST FORGIVE/FORGIVE?/HOLY HE/HE HOLY/HE HOLY/SHIT HE FORGIVES/FORGIVE?/FORGIVE?/FORGIVE?/I?/I?/ME?/I?/I VOMIT FOR YOU...

The grey man at the wheel Looks around to see if there's some skirt he can steal He doesn't really want to, he's just acting out a game In their own fucked up way, most people do the same She cleans the bathroom mirror...

Not for me the factory floor Sweeping up from nine to four Not for me the silly rat race Don't see the point in anycase People ask me why I say what I do I say to them "Well wouldn't you?" If you were fucked up just...

Not for me the factory floor, Sweeping up from nine to four. Not for me the silly rat race, I don't see the point in anycase. People ask me why I say what I do, I say to them, "Well wouldn't you?" If you...

Cor blimey Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big'un Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm Dealing out pain is my kind of fun Get my drift? I mean real harm I like the sound of cracking bones At the sight of blood I thrill...