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CRASS

Crass - The feeding of the 5000

1.Asylum
2.Do They Owe Us A Living?
3.End Result
4.They've Got A Bomb
5.Punk Is Dead
6.Reject Of Society
7.General Bacardi
8.Banned From The Roxy
9.G's Song
10.Fight War, Not Wars
11.Women
12.Securicor
13.Sucks
14.You Pay
15.Angels
16.What A Shame
17.So What
18.Well?....Do They?

ASYLUM
i am no feeble christ, not me he hangs in glib delight upon his cross above my body christ forgive. forgive? i vomit for you jesu shit forgive down now from your cross down now from your papal heights from the churlish suicide, petulant child down from those pious heights royal flag bearer, goat, billy i vomit for you forgive? shit he forgives he hangs in crucified delight nailed to the extent of his vision his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin he would nail my body upon his cross suicide visionary, death reveller rake, rapist, lifefucker, jesu earthmover, christus, gravedigger you dug the pits of auschwitz the soil of treblinka is your guilt your sin, master, master of gore, enigma your carry the standard of our oppression enola is your gaiety the bodies of hiroshima are your delight the nails are the only trinity hold them in your corpsey gracelessness the image i have had to suffer the cross is the virgin body of womanhood that your defile you nail yourself to your own sin lamearse jesus calls me sister there are no words for my contempt every woman is a cross in his filthy theology in his arrogant delight he turns his back upon me in his fear he dare not face me. fearfucker share nothing you christ sterile, impotent, fucklove prophet of death you are the ultimate pornography in your cuntfear, cockfear, manfear, womanfear, unfair warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare jesus died for his own sins, not mine

DO THEY OWE US A LIVING?
fuck the politically minded here's something i want to say about the state of the nation the way it treats us today at school they give you shit drop you in the pit you try and try and try to get out but you can't because they've fucked you about then you're a prime example of how they must not be this is just a sample of what they've done to you and me chorus: do they owe us a living? course they do course they do owe us a living? course they do course they do owe us a living? course they fucking do! they don't want me anymore threw it on the floor used to call me sweet thing i'm nobody's plaything now that i am different you'd love to bust my head you'd love to see me cop-out love to see me dead chorus the living that is owed to me i'm never going to get buggered this old world up up to their necks in debt give you a lobotomy for something you ain't done they'll made you an epitome of everything that's wrong chorus don't take any notice what the public think so hyped up with t.v. just don't want to think use you as a target demands and advice when you don't want to hear it say you're full of vice chorus

END RESULT
i am product, i am a symbol of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games i'm a glossy package on the supermarket shelf my contents aren't fit for human consumption i could tragically injure your perfect health my ingredients will seize up your bodys function i am the dirt that everyone walks on i am the orphan nobody wants i am the staircarpet everyone uses i am the leper nobody wants to touch....much i am a sample, i am a scapegoat for useless, futureless, endless, mindless ideas. i am a number on the paper you file away portfolio you stick in the drawer i'm the fool you try to scare when you say "we know all about you, of that you can be sure" i don't want your crazy system i don't want to be on your files your temptations i try to resist them cos i know what hides beneath your smiles, its.........est i am a topic, i am a subject for useless, futureless, endless, mindless debates you think up ways that you can hide me from the naive eyes of your figurehead but don't you find that it ain't easy? wouldn't you love to see me dead? answer is to give me treatment for crying out when you give me pain leaves me with no possible remnant poke your knives into my brain you send me insane i'm an example, i'm no hero of the great, intelligent, magnificent, human race well i'm part of the race that kills for possessions part of the race that's wiping itself out part of the race that's got crazy obsessions locking people up, not letting them out hate the living dead and their work in factories go like sheep to their production lines live on illusions, don't face the realities all they live for is that big blue sign it says, it says ford i'm bored, bored, bored, bored

THEY'VE GOT A BOMB
won't destroy the world, no, they're not that crazy not dealing with the town hall not that crazy no political solution so why should we bother? whose fucking head do you think they're holding it over? four. three. two. one. fire. chorus: they can't wait to use it they can't wait to use it they can't wait to try it out they can't wait to use it they've got a bomb, they've got a bomb and they can't wait to use it on me twenty odd years now waiting for the flash (x2) all of the oddballs thinking we'll be ash four minute warning has run on into years are we waiting for them to confirm our fears? four. three. two. one. fire. chorus they can build them small call it tactical stop the fallout, make it practical smash the misfits who foul up their scene practical, tactical, killing machine four. three. two. one. fire. chorus

PUNK IS DEAD
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, it's just for cash punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be ain't got a thing to do with your or me movements are systems and systems kill movements are expressions of the public will punk became a movement cos we all felt lost leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost punk narcissism was a social napalm steve jones started doing real harm preaching revolution, anarchy and change sucked from the system that had given him his name well i'm tired of staring through shit stained glass tired of staring up a superstars arse i've got an arse and crap and a name i'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame steven jones, you're napalm if you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm? patti smith, you're napalm, your write with your hand but it's rimbaud's arm and me, yes, i, do i want to burn? is there something i can learn? do i need a business man to promote my angle can i resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle i see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear the social elite with safetypins in their ear i watch and understand that it don't mean a thing the scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting punk is dead. punk is dead. punk is dead.

REJECT
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 like me a reject of society they say i dig a hole and jump right in well i don't give a shit about anything i don't comply to their silly rules all they are is hypocritical fools chorus: you give us conscience money now you start to worry the frankenstein monster you created has turned against you, now you're hated they tell me i'm not what they'd like me to be it's their fault, you can't blame me they fucking tricked me half the time now they've got to stand in line they don't like it when they see me have fun they turn around and then they run they don't listen to what i say reject of society chorus (x 3)

GENERAL BACARDI
chorus: seen it all before, revolution at my back door who's to say it won't happen all again cos the generals sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain they talk from the screen and t.v. tube talk revolution like it's processed food talk anarchy from music hall stages look for change in colour supplement pages they think that by talking from some distant tower they something might change in the structure of power they dream, they dream, never walk on the street they dream, they dream, never stand on their feet chorus alternative values were a fucking con they never really meant it when they said "get it on" they really meant "mine, that's mine" don't you see? they stamped on our head so that they could be free they formed little groups, like rich mens ghettoes tending their goats and organic tomatoes while the world was fucked by fascist regimes talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams chorus

BANNED FROM THE ROXY
banned from the roxy...ok i never much liked playing there anyway said they only wanted well behaved boys do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys? fuck 'em, chosen to make my stand against what i feel is wrong with this land just sit there on their overfed arses feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes keep their fucking power cos their finger's on the button got control and won't let it be forgotten truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun proof of that is belfast and that's no fucking fun seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard seeing the machine guns resting on the fence finding the entrance to your own front door is barred got the fucking nerve to call it defence seems their defence is a just the threat of strength protection for the privileged at any length government protecting their profits from the poor rich and the fortunate chaining up the door afraid that the people may ask for a little more than the shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, shit they get, defence? shit, it's nothing less than war and no one but the government knows what the fuck it's for oh yes they say it's defence, say it's decency mai lai, hiroshima, know what i mean? same fucking lies with depressing frequency they say "we had to do it to keep our lives clean" whose life? whose fucking life? who the fuck are they talking to? whose life? whose fucking life? i'll tell you one thing, it ain't me and you and their systems, christ, they're everywhere school, army, church, the corporation deal fucked up reality based on fear fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real well they ain't got me, i'd say they're fucking wrong i ain't quite ready with my gun but i've got me song banned from the roxy, ok never much like playing there anyways guns

G'S SONG
this country tell us that we're down and out got you thinking that we're through got to suffer to get us moving say it's up to me and you well, look around and you'll see who gets the goods not you or me cause they ain't suffering no, not for us they're masquerading like pissers must they abuse us, keep us right underfoot with the illusion of contentment and good well it's not over, war's still around and they've got no problem when you're underground

FIGHT WAR, NOT WARS
fight war, not wars (x 8)

WOMEN
fuck is womens money we pay with our bodies there is no purity in our love, no beauty just bribery, it's all the fucking same we make soldiers with our submission wars with our isolation fuck is womens money we pay with our bodies there is no purity in motherhood, no beauty just bribery, it's all the fucking same we are all slaves to sexual histories our awareness of whoredom can be a release war is mens money, they pay with their bodies there is no purity in that game only blood, death and bribery it's all the fucking same but we've got the power don't just stand there and take submission on the strength of fear fight war, not wars

SECURICOR
i'm a private in a private army etc.. i am a working for securicor take the money and come back for more i want to do it cause i know i should for the customer and the common good i walk around with a big alsation he'll re-arrange you with no provocation and i'm the bugger who has got the lead and you'll have to be bright if you want to get at me securicor cares, securicor cares securicor scares the shit out of you do you want to come closer? i block the pavement with my club and hat deal in money that you can't get at you want to use me cause i'm up for rent well tough shit, cause i'm really busy you ought to know me cause i've been a cop out of the army where i learned a lot some kids still chuckle when they see my van but it's not all money sonny do you want to come closer? securicor cares, securicor cares securicor scares the shit out of you do you want to come closer? do you want to come closer? i'm a private in a private army etc..

SUCKS
do you really believe in buddha? buddha sucks do you really believe in jesus? jesus fucks chorus: is it alright really? it is alright really? is it working? do you really believe in marx? marx fucks do you really believe in thatcher? maggie sucks chorus do you really believe in the system? well o.k. i believe in anarchy in the uk chorus

YOU PAY
you're paying for prisons, you're paying for war paying for lobotomies, you're paying for law paying for their order, paying for their murder paying for your ticket to watch the farce knowing you've made your contribution to the systems fucked solution to political pollution no chance of revolution no chance of change you've got no range don't just take it, don't take their shit don't play their game, don't take their blame use your own head, your turn instead it's not apologise, it's not economise it's not make do, it's not pull through it's not take it, it's not make it it's not just you, it's not madmen it's not difficult, it's not behave it's not, oh well, just this once it's fucking impossible it's fucking unbearable it's fucking stupid fucking stupid

ANGELS
the angels are on t.v. tonight grey puke, celluloid shit the army have sent a mission to ireland just to see to it kojack is on the streets again grey puke, fucking shit the army say the seek peace in ireland and they'll see to it chorus that they keep in line, horizontal hold keep in line, vertical hold keep in line, brightness keep in line, contrast keep in line, vision on coronation street is on twice a week grey puke, fucking shit the army say they seek peace in ireland and they'll see to it the army are on the news report real war. bullets. death they're beating fuck out of someone they caught just to see to it chorus (vision off)

WHAT A SHAME
doesn't take much to bring you down there are plenty of people standing round wait till you slacken off just a bit then they fill you up with passive bullshit it's too good. it can't last. what a shame watch out for the quiet ones at the back all they want is the smallest crack everythings happening down the front innocent bystander you're the biggest runt fuck the punks, punks are fucked it's too loud, awful row they can't play, they'll give up in the end, what a shame oh what a shame (x 2) it's still the same that's what you think watch out for the quiet ones at the back all they want is the smallest crack everythings happening down the front innocent bystander you're the biggest runt we all know, it's so bad, but we say so what a shame

SO WHAT
they ask me why i'm hateful, why i'm bad they tell me i got things they never had they tell me go to church and see the light cos the good lord's always right so what, so what so what if jesus died on the cross so what about the fucker, i don't give a toss so what if the master walked on the water don't see him trying to stop the slaughter say i wouldn't have to live from bins if i would go along, confess my sins say i shouldn't commit no crime cos jesus christ is watching all the time so what, so what so what if he's always over my shoulder i realise the truth as i get older get to see what a con he is because it's my life, mine not his well, they say they're going to send me away say they're gonna make me pay we're sorry but you've gotta go cos you were naughty, you said "no" so what, so what so what if i see through the lies so what if the people i despise twist my arm and make me work i'm no deaf, dumb, fucking jerk i'm no spastic lying in the street i'm no superstar elite i'm just a person, human being no you're not you're a part of the machine you're a part of our machine, because we want you to be got you now and you'll never be free we can even have your body after you're dead we can take the eyes out of your fucking head yes we'll take them out, use them again we can do it you know, cos we've got your brain we'll crucify you like we crucified him make you obey our every whim we've got the power, power and the glory heard that before in a different story story i heard covered up the truth didn't touch on the actual, factual proof didn't say about the bodies in the concentration camps didn't say about the knives under the lamps don't say the ovens are still warm don't say this wretched little form is a human being who wants to live but not in the snot and shit they give say that i better keep quiet or they're gonna douse my light jesus christ can save my life but i can always use the knife so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what

WELL?...DO THEY?
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Crass - Stations of the Crass

1.Mother-Earth
2.White Punks On Hope
3.You've Got Big Hands
4.Darling
5.System
6.Big Man, Big M.A.N.
7.Hurry Up Garry
8.Fun Going On
9.Crutch Of Society
10.Heard Too Much About
11.Chairman Of The Bored
12.Tired
13.Walls
14.Upright Citizen
15.The Gasman Cometh
16.Demo(N)Crats
17.Contaminational Power
18.Time Out
19.I Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick

MOTHER-EARTH
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 the pages of the star ain't that just the place you wish you were? let her rot in hell, is what you said let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her dead let her out but don't forget to tell you where she is the chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave you just can't wait to piss on her grave you pretend that you're horrified make out that you care but really you wish that you had been there you say you can't bear the thought of what she did but you'd do it to her, you'd see her dead tell me, what is the difference between her and you you say that you would kill her well, what else would you do? don't you see that the violence has no end? isn't limited by rules? don't you see as angels preaching you're nothing but the fools fools step in where angels fear to tread you see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead chorus the single mug shot from the past ensures your fantasy can last and last it gives you the chance to air your hate because she got there first, you were too late hindley's crime was to do what others think took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd never get enough so you keep the story alive, so you can make yourselves believe that you are so much better than her but you aren't, that's your guilt laying there. chorus

WHITE PUNKS ON HOPE
they said that we were trash well the name is crass not clash they can stuff their punk credentials cause it's them that take the cash they won't change nothing with their fashionable talk their rar badges and their protest walk thousands of white men standing in a park objecting to racism like a candle in the dark black man's got his problems and his way to deal with it so don't fool yourself you're helping with your white liberal shit if you care to take a closer look at the way things really stand you'd see we're all just niggers to the rulers of this land punk was once an answer to years of crap a way of saying no where we'd always said yep but the moment we found a way to be free they invented a dividing line, street credibility the qualifying factors are politics and class left wing macho street fighters willing to kick arse they said because of racism they'd come out on the street it was just a form of fascism for the socialist elite bigotry and blindness, a marxist con another clever trick to keep us all in line neat little labels to keep us all apart to keep us all divided when the troubles start pogo on a nazi, spit upon a jew vicious mindless violence that offers nothing new left wing violence, right wing violence all seems much the same bully boys out fighting, it's just the same old game boring fucking politics that'll get us all shot left wing, right wing, you can stuff the lot keep your petty prejudice, i don't see the point anarchy and freedom is what i want

YOU'VE GOT BIG HANDS
out of the chaos we divide fucked up, muddled up looking for a side stay on the outside, don't go in don't think that you can do it, if you sell out they win it's not like that the changes are made give in to them, your chances are delayed you'll feed with your energies the things that you hate diluting your strength each time they say yes their hands are big, they've got big hands big hands, big hands, big hands etc... you're talking with sounds they don't understand big hands etc.. they've got big mouths to shout demands big hands etc.. they'll let you past a couple of times big hands etc.. you think you're getting somewhere, you're fucking blind big hands etc.. this structures stretches, it'll bend but not break big hands etc.. this system channels any threat that you make big hands etc.. it will do almost anything to accomodate, accomodate you and your liberal ideas you're the child in their garden the dog on their lead their token to changes that are never made can't you see that for centuries, it's been the same plenty like you have been seduced to the game the chain's still as tight, won't let in the light can you tell me what's different? whose hopes will you feed? will you feed their arses will you feed their big hands? bigs hands etc..

DARLING
they sell us love as divinity when it's only a social obscenity underneath they're all lovable chorus: hello hero, hero hello. hello hero, hello hello. hello hero, hero hello. hello hero, hero hello. hello, hello, hello, hello obscene sentimental, hero hello obsession, obsession, hello, hello desire for protection, hero hello protect your possessions, enola hello possessions, possessions, hero hello protect your obsession, hero hello obsession, obsession, hello, hello obscene sentimental, hero hello chorus obscene sentimental, obsession obsession desire for protection, protect your possession possession, possession, protect your obsession obsession, obsession, obscene sentimental protection, protection

SYSTEM
you can swear by who the fuck you like but you're still on the roof i'm not gonna change the system they're not gonna change the system we're not gonna change the system where does that leave you? where does that leave me? jumping up and down to a bunch of tools the organisation treat us like fools they can't help it, they didn't make the rules it's just the system again, bollocks bind us round with ignorance fit us up with a petty stance fill us up with cheap romance leave no option, no chance what've they got? fuck all? no what've they got? a swimming pool? where do you get it? follow the rules system, system, system keeping their fingers on the breaks down the ladders, up the snakes buy the band and call the tune, nah.

BIG MAN, BIG M.A.N.
they're telling you to do it grow up and toe the line they tell you if you do it everything will turn out fine oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life god, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life god, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife it's great if you can do it, it doesn't take a lot just means you must destroy what sensitivity you've got well, that's an easy bargain for the things you're going to get you can treat the wife like shit, own a car and telly set slip off in the evenings for a little on the sly and if the wife complains, fuck her first, then black her eye there's lots of worthwhile jobs for the lad who wants to know lorry driving's fun, you're always on the go one hand on the wheel, the other up some cunt or jerking off to penthouse with with motorway up front the police force offers chances for a bright intelligent lad to interfere with anyone cos they're there just to be had it offers quite a range for aggression and for spite to take out your frustrations in a justifiable light it's a mans life in the army, good pay and lots of fun you can stab them with your bayonet, fuck them with your gun look smart in your uniform, that always pulls the skirt then when you've fucked them good and proper tell them they're just dirt cos man is spelt big m.a.n. it's the letters of the law man is spelt big m.a.n. that's who the law is for you see there's lots of chances in this land of hope and glory try and make your own rules, that's a different story if you're a man, you'd better act like one develop your muscles, use your prick like a gun fuck anything that moves, but never pay the price steal, fuck, slaughter, that's their advice are you man enough? ask the posters on the walls have you got what it takes? guts and balls? keep your myth of manhood, it's been going on too long a history of slaughter is the proof that it is wrong big man, big m.a.n., big man, big m.a.n., big wrong big man, big m.a.n., big man, big m.a.n. big man, j.o.k.e. big man, what a fucking joke.

HURRY UP GARRY (the parsons farted)
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? what do you want? as long as i play it moderate, that's fine fuck off runt, fuck off runt pick your nose with your ball pen, put your snot in sounds back to your play pen with your street cred minds you whimper and whine from the pages of the press ridicule and criticise those who want to change this mess there's people our there who are trying to live people who care, now, what do you give? so many parasites living off our sweat so many fuckers in for what they can get punk ain't about your standards and your rules it ain't another product for the suckers and the fools your sit behind your typewriters shovelling shit rotting in the decadence of your crap lined pit waiting for the action, so you can grab a part but it stinks so bad [where you come from] who's going to smell your fart? "can you put me on the guestlist? is there any freebie drink? i can't write unless i feel well pissed" piss off, you fucking stink.

FUN GOING ON
maybe you think it's the new new wave well all it is is just another rave maybe it looks like the writing's on the wall but you've seen it before, it's another death pall so somebody's coming with the answer to the shit well it's just bad rock and roll chivvied up a bit someone's looking after it, there's time for a laugh but you're leading yourself up another garden path a million people are sitting out of work i never wanted in, so i'm treated as a shirk who's the fool in the irish joke when the say you've got is your stupid vote it's all very comfy while they keep the war vocal but the bombs in belfast are coming down your local i wanna know how much you can take cos you've taken it all and that's just great go and see a band and it's another fucking bore another bunch of jerks are shitting on the poor or you might just get the adrenalin rush or the jock rot heavy metal leg iron gush ave fucking maria is what i say she's still going strong and it won't go away you can run religion on a football chant or the other way around if that's what you want you can get anyone crawling through shit skivvying their lives away, slaving in the pit all you need is to have the right key comfort and justice and liberty hi mum, hi dad, family life til your heart blows up from those shitty lies have some fun while you're young, son fun while you're young, fun, fun, fun it's gonna go on etc..

CRUTCH OF SOCIETY
don't want to bury my head in the crutch of society perverted parent that takes my energy sucking me dry with your morals, your threats christ, your queen, your politics fucking hypersensitive, super realist humanity i'm one of your super hybred community commutes the arsehole of the economy watch out, watch out, it's all about reversion's setting in, and i can see you staring at me with your seizured brain trying to put me down the drain again well you're too smart, right from the start i learned it well that the truth will tell and you're done for, it's what the son's for it's what the gun's for, it's what i've come for you better run bore, you better run bore (x4)

HEARD TOO MUCH ABOUT
i've heard too much about the people in the ghetto heard too much about the working class motto how you don't know life if you ain't seen the street racialist poor against the racialist elite a million people in factory and office aware there's something missing, but living with their losses there's no fight to get where they'd rather be only the accepting of dependency wait in the shop, for what you ain't got lying on the beaches for the social elite working 9 to 4, revolved around more fear, guilt, abuse, love and moral truth war in your bedroom, bodies in your fridge domestic violence, the tomb you dig rules for survival, rules that they wrote thinking it's your freedom when it's rammed down your throat on the boundary, choose your family choose what school, no choice at all choose what church, allow you to hurt choosing your power, choosing your hour

CHAIRMAN OF THE BORED
tiring moments, fucked up minds empty faces, eyes that are blind flick through the papers, car crash death vacant pages offer no breath of hope, future, possibility to those fucked up mindless people who haven't got the eyes to see that the pages of the guardian or the pages of the sun are just a load of fucking lies, are just a fucking con why do they feed us rubbish? why do they feed us shit? is this really what they think we want? scrapings from the pit? why don't they give us something which isn't just their lies their own particular angle from their own unseeing eyes? i'm the chairman of the bored, and i'm asking for some truth i'm the chairman of the bored, and i'm looking for some proof that there's something more than their fucked up game that their mindless lives and mine aren't the same i'm looking for something that i can call my own which ain't a ford cortina or a mortgage on a home i'm the chairman of the bored, ad i'm asking for some truth i'm the chairman of the bored, and i'm looking for some proof

TIRED
what do you want? what do you want? i'm tired of adrenalin soaked fools tired of idiots playing with the rules know it's not a thing that a man would do but you get the same rush by jumping a bus queue tired of bully boys looking for a fight i'm not a hard nut, so stuff it, right? they really got you in a down trodden state hopelessly, endlessly, heavily, totally straight what do you want? what do you want? i'm tired of playing with vice tired of hash heads trying to be nice do you feel insulted when they pull out the dope? synthetic togetherness, token for a toke do you get a buzz when you reminisce? "too much man, it was better than this" i don't want a relativity talk if that's the bus ride, i'd think i'd rather walk what do you want? what do you want? i don't want it, you can take it back i don't want to face another attack shits all running round looking for a crack wannanother corpse to put on the stack? what do you want? what do you want?

WALLS (fun in the oven)
desire, desire, desire, desire describe, desire, defile, deny defile, desire, deny, desire describe, describe, describe, describe no air to breath inside your walls left to dream inside your walls left us in a wilderness well i can make my paradise without your walls i am alive no body i, in rank and file girl and boy and man and wife flesh your measure with a smile have and hold and hold and have have and hold and hold and have desire, deny, deny, desire have a child to justify images that you apply i won't bow my head in shame i won't play the game the same without your walls i am alive without your walls we all survive without your walls no guilt to bear without your love, our love to share without your walls i am alive without your walls i am alive

UPRIGHT CITIZEN
you have this life, what for? tell me spend it on shit, your ignorance appals me you serve me your morals, changed for a fiver upright citizen, penthouse subscriber you won't print the word, but you'll beat up the wife in your ignorant, arrogant, terminal life you have this life, you deprive me of mine with your twisted, imbalanced idea of sin that revolves around money; how much are you bought for? a tenner, a fiver, is that what you're caught for? i'm sick of your pride, you think you can rule me with crappy judgement from your respectable majority majority of what? you self oppressed idiot i'm not going to carry you, i'm no compatriot how many times do i excuse and forgive the damage inflicted by the way that you live? i hold my vision against your oppression your final defence, your only possession i'll show you the blood, but you'll still point the gun if the money's enough, or can you show you're a man? to your submissive wife, desperate whore home loving, mothering, stifling bore you have this life, you twist and abuse it morals and money and media controls it can't you see the dead children, blood in the street? every fist that you raise is a corpse at your feet every time you are bought, i don't care the amount you are the rapist, dealing in death count and you do this with mercenary morals, you shit oh, you've been told about dignity down in the pit respectable working man, honourable wife? a waste of energy and an insult to life

THE GASMAN COMETH
the train now standing on platform four what will you do when the gas taps turn? where will you be when the bodies burn? will you just watch as the cattle trucks roll by? pretend it isn't happening? turn a blind eye? see the army convoys quietly passing by? heard the helicopters in your little bit of sky? have you seen the squad cars packed with boys in blue? have you ever wondered what they're there to do? pictures in the paper of soldiers in the street pictures in the history books of rotting human meat auschwitz's now a tourist spot for the goggle eyed to pry still in working order just for you and i photos of the victims, of gas, of gun, of bomb inheritance of violence in the bookshelves of your home don't wait for it to come to you, cos come it surely will the guardians of the state are trained to search, destroy and kill there's people sitting at this moment, fingers on the trigger there's loyalty and royalty to make their violence figure allegiance to the flag, they say, as they lock the prison door allegiance to normality, that's what lobotomies are for god, queen and country, they say we've got the choice free speech for all if you've got no voice propaganda on the airwaves, here's the way to live not for you and me the alternative the look for peace in ireland with a thousand squaddy boys torture in their mental homes is another of their ploys they'll keep us all in line, by christ, they'll keep us on our toes but if we stand against their power, we'll see how violence grows read it in the paper about rebellious youth but it's them that are so violent, it's them that hide the truth stay in line, or pay the cost, do you think they care when another life's lost? auschwitz's now a tourist spot for the goggle eyed to pry still in working order just for you and i to ashes at auschwitz it's just a small leap from coshes at southall, life is cheap don't think that they won't do it, cos they already do but this time 'round the pawns are me and you

DEMONCRATS
i am not he, nor master, nor lord no crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations i am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations these heroes have run before me, now dead upon the flesh piles, see? waiting for their promised resurrection, there is none nothing but the marker, crown or cross in stone upon these graves promise of the ribbon was all it took where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these slaves what flag to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage, mop in their flowing death taken aside, they were pointed a way, for god, queen and country now in silence they lie they ran before these masters, children of sorrow as slaves to that trilogy they had no future they believed in democracy, freedom of speech yet dead on the flesh piles i hear no breath i hear no hope, no whisper of faith from those who have died for some others' privilege out from your palaces, princes and queens out from your churches, you clergy, you christs i'll neither live nor die for your dreams i'll make no subscription to your paradise

CONTAMINATIONAL POWER
chorus: cause a disturbance, don't let this slide by do you want to end up a mcdonalds french fry? atomic power, atomic power, death shower, maggies power the dust is settling, ticking in your brain ain't imagination gonna blow you away who cares a fuck as it's work for the people? compromised labour you build your death with cheaper goodies, more time with the family don't be fooled with their gestures of equality the only thing that's equal is your own rotting corpse staring at each other to see who'll make it first chorus she holds it over you, you won't hear a thing no great contender to help the people win another white paper gets waved in the air a victory for the modern world but you won't be there are you gonna let it shower over you? the new great energy that sucks off yours giving all you wanted as it settles in your pores make it known just this once that people ain't toys cause a disturbance, cause a fucking noise atomic power is just another of their ploys to build their firepower and defend the nation they expose us to contamination contamination etc.. contains the nation, that old sensation contamination etc.. cause a disturbance, cause a fucking noise atomic power is just another of their ploys to blow you right away

TIME OUT
they're using skateboards as spastic chairs for the legless fuckers who fought your affairs they're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile keep the bleeders early in rank and file they're giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap around the doggies' meat can full of fucking crap they're making little dollies, they tell you "it's a boy" baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy they're making plastic families, all neighbourly folk so she can dress and wash them, what a fucking joke teaching little johnny to shoot a gun "a terrific way", say father, "to get to know your son" spare parts, body parts, i'm somebody ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy? signs in the food stores, advertising meat beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week they're telling you you like it, you're saying that you do they don't have to force it and tell you how to chew you swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak sitting there quietly up they creep you think you're fucking different, you think it's you and them if they asked you a question, you'd ask them when you think you're hard done by, but you just want the same chicken thighs, human thighs, it's all the same old game well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime tight little egos asking for the time well i ain't got it, you can sit in your pit middle class, working class, it's all a load of shit

I AIN'T THICK, IT'S JUST A TRICK
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 me they can't buy my dignity oh yeah? oh yeah? let me tell you, i've got it all up here, see? tried to get me with a t.v. show i wouldn't have none of it, no, no, no standards and values on a black and white screen sarah farah fawcett acting mean she's got the lot, that's what they want you to think read between the lines, you'll see the missing link she's just a fucking puppet in their indoctrination plan "be like me girls, become a real man" live to the full, always act flash don't use your brains when your body makes the splash chorus tried to get me in the supermarket store bought what i wanted, they they said "buy more" mountains of crap that nobody really needs gaily coloured wrappers to suit assorted greeds they've got the lot, that's what they want you to think read between the lines, you'll see the missing link buy this product, pay for the crap quarter for the product, three quarters for the wrap be a happy family, like the people on the pack pay up to the profit, and you'll never look back chorus tried to get me with their learning and their books deep understanding and intelligent looks all of the time, they never saw me they were just looking for what they wanted to see they've got the lot, that's what they want you to think read between the lines, you'll see the missing link books are easy backs for what they want to do to you bind you up in slavery for the privileged few they'll prove their lies with history say "that's the way it always was accept the shit and slavery, be one of us" chorus tried to get me with religion and with christ said i'd get to heaven if i acted real nice they were just preparing a crucifix for me a life of guilt, of sin, of pain, of holy misery they've got the lot, that's what they want you to think read between the lines, you'll see the missing link the bible's just a blue print for their morality scene just another load of shit on how it's never been they stand there in the pulpit, doling out their lies offering forgiveness, then they talk of eyes for eyes. chorus tried to get me, but i won't be got say i'm a misfit, i say i'm not i never set out to profit from another those smarmy bastards would steal from their mother they've got the lot, that's what they want you to think read between the lines, you'll see the missing link plundered and slaughtered in the name of truth acceptance of normality is what they want from you as proof they think they've got the answers but there's something that they miss their cup which overfloweth, is just full up of piss chorus

Crass - Penis envy

1.Bata Motel
2.Systematic Death
3.Poison In A Pretty Pill
4.What the Fuck?
5.Where Next Columbus
6.Berkertex Bribe
7.Smother Love
8.Health Surface
9.Dry Weather

BATA MOTEL
i've got 54321 i've got a red pair of high-heels on tumble me over, it doesn't take much tumble me over, tumble me, push in my red high-heels i've no control the rituals of repression are so old you can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal i'm yours, yes i'm yours, it's my means of survival i've got 54321 come on my love, i know you're strong push me hard, make me stagger the pain in my back just doesn't matter you force-hold me above the ground i can't get away, my feet are bound so i'm bound to say that i'm bound to stay well today i look so good just like i know i should my breasts to tempt inside my bra my face is painted like a movie star i've studied my flaws in your reflection and put them to rights with savage correction i've turned my statuesque perfection and shone it over in your direction so come on darling, make me yours trip me over, show me the floor tease me, tease me, make me stay in my red high-heels i can't get away i'm trussed and bound like an oven ready bird but i bleed without dying and i won't say a word slice my flesh and i'll ride the scar put me into gear like your lady car drive me fast and crash me crazy i'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy these wounds leave furrows as they heal i've travelled them, they're red and real i know them well, they're part of me my birth, my sex, my history they grew with me, my closest friend my pain's my own, my pain's my end clip my wings so you know where i am i can't get lost while you're my man tame me so i know your call i've stabbed my heels so i am tall i've bound my twisted falling fall beautiful mute against the wall beautifully mutilated as i fall use me, don't lose me i've got 54321 i've got a red pair of high-heels on strap my ankles, break my heels make me kneel, make me feel turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork doll put in your key and give me a whirl tease me, tease me, the reason to play in my red high-heels i can't get away i'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai your black-eyed bonsai, erotically rotting will my tiny feet fit your desire? warped and tied i walk on fire burn me out, twist my wrists i promise not to shout, beat me with your fists squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel in my red high-heels i'm an easy kill tease me, tease me, make me see you're the only one, i need to be me thankyou, will you take me? thankyou, will you make me? thankyou, will you break me? use me, don't lose me taste me, don't waste me use, lose, taste, waste.

SYSTEMATIC DEATH
system, system, system - death in life system, system, system - the surgeons knife system, system, system - hacking at the cord system, system, system - a child is born poor little fucker, poor little kid never asked for life, no she never did poor little baby, poor little mite crying out for food as her parents fight (x2) system, system, system - send him to school system, system, system - force him to crawl system, system, system - teach him how to cheat system, system, system - kick him off his feet poor little schoolboy, poor little lad they'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad poor little kiddy, poor little chap they'll force feed his mind with their useless crap force feed his mind with their useless crap system, system, system - they'll teach her how to cook system, system, system - they'll teach her how to look system, system, system - they'll teach her all the tricks system, system, system - create another victim for their greasy pricks poor little girly, poor little wench another little object to prod and pinch poor little sweety, poor little filly they'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly system, system, system - he's grown to be a man system, system, system - he's been taught to fit the plan system, system, system - forty years of jobs system, system, system - pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs poor fucking worker, poor little serf working like a mule for half of what he's worth poor fucking grafter, poor little gent working for the cash that he's already spent (x2) he'll selling his life, she's his loyal wife timid as a mouse, she's got her little house he's got his little car and they share the cocktail bar she likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait but she doesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime he likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts they do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford she'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car they could buy a bungalow, with a georgian door for show he might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk he'd much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay he's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead she's tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice system, system, system - deprived of any hope system, system, system - taught they couldn't cope system, system, system - slaves right from the start system, system, system - til death do them part poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks victims of the system and its cruel jokes (x2) the couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home they'd almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb.

POISON IN A PRETTY PILL
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 sensitivity they'll have you gathered in a trap of glass is your reflection all the you will recognise? that cruel lie will stare you in the face wrapped up in a haze and flow of bridal gown they tell your lover he must hold a gun you're the pornographic reassurance he's a man they deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags red lips, shimmer-silk and body-bags hairless legs against the blistered napalm burn i want to rape the substance of your downy hair in that mist a gutted child fights for air against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound your facile beauty has an outrageous sound like a glamour billboard on a battlefield at least the blood red poppy was of natures will that flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence must be insulted by your scented poor pretence just as i, who finds it hard to touch you now you traumatise my love with needle doubts i want so gently to remove your mask it's hard enough to find water here in this barrenness of dishonesty and fear without you accepting poison in a pretty pill your bondages of silk robes and lace are the bandages on a bullet punctured corpse the layers of precious imitation worn are the layers of history that suffocates the unborn

WHAT THE FUCK?
(chorus) What now? Now you would destroy the earth Dry, the river beds What now? Now in your control, birth and death Dry, the bodies, incandescent in the heat Your fire is melting both soil and soul In plan maybe, is that not enough? Your war and raving of it is so total You're consumed by it as you'd consume us Would you see the fire from your sanctuary of death? What terrible pain you need to hide In your hatred you'd seek to destroy the earth What is it that you have been denied? Your mind and its rantings are so barren What the fuck are you thinking? What the fuck? Your eyes and their vision, empty, staring What the fuck are you seeing? What the fuck? So singularly your motives, yet impossible to define How finely lined my destiny in the cobwebs of your crime So insular your future, so alien your plan Take all of this if you will and take what I can A town that is no more "My God", you say, "What have I done?" But you won't heed what's gone before "What pity?", You say, "There is none" And so you drive the world to war But this war will not be lost or won The desolation that you've seen but never saw Is the lesson that you teach, but never learn But would you see the fire in the world where you exist? Will your hard eyes register the pain? Are you so cold that there is no distress? Where there's death would you give death again? No flowers in your landscape, some withered rose Kicked amongst the corpses where they lay Halted where all hope died, froze By the horror of your acts compelled to stay Unnoticed all this in your lusting after death How determined that your darkness should be shared Unnoticed in your blindness this miracle of breath What element of beauty attracts your cruel desire? Would you see the burning? Is that your delight? Would you have me see it in your stead? Would you feel my yearning? Peace, life, light Body, breath. Would you take all this? What is it that you're seeking, so cold and so deprived? What is it that you dream of in your empty eyeless head? Why must I share your lust of death? Can you not die alone? Why must I share your fear of breath Life, light, PEACE?

WHERE NEXT COLUMBUS?
anothers hope, anothers game anothers loss, anothers gain anothers lies, anothers truth anothers doubt, anothers proof anothers left, anothers right anothers peace, anothers fight anothers name, anothers aim anothers fall, anothers fame anothers pride, anothers shame anothers love, anothers pain anothers hope, anothers game anothers loss, anothers gain anothers lies, anothers truth anothers doubt, anothers proof anothers left, anothers right anothers peace, anothers fight marx had an idea from the confusion of his head then there were a thousand more waiting to be led the books are sold, the quotes are bought you learn them well and then you're caught anothers left, anothers right anothers peace, anothers fight mussolini had ideas from the confusion of his heart then there were a thousand more waiting to play their part the stage was set, the costumes worn and another empire of destruction born anothers name, anothers aim anothers fall, anothers fame jung had an idea from the confusion of his dream then there were a thousand more waiting to be seen you're not yourself, the theory says but i can help, your complex pays anothers hope, anothers game anothers loss, anothers gain satre had an idea from the confusion of his brain then there were a thousand more indulging in his pain revelling in isolation and existential choice can you truly be alone when you use anothers voice? anothers lies, anothers truth anothers doubt, anothers proof the idea born in someones mind is nurtured by a thousand blind anonymous beings, vacuous souls do you fear the confusion, your lack of control? you lift your arm to write a name so caught up in the identity game who do you see? who do you watch? who's your leader? which is your flock? who do you watch? who do you watch? who's your leader? which is your flock? einstein had an idea from the confusion of his knowledge then there were a thousand more turning to advantage they realised that their god was dead so they reclaimed power through the bomb instead anothers code, anothers brain they'll shower us all in deadly rain jesus had an idea from the confusion of his soul then there were a thousand more waiting to take control the guilt is sold, forgiveness bought the cross is there as your reward anothers love, anothers pain anothers pride, anothers shame do you watch at a distance from the side you have chosen? whose answers serve you best? who'll save you from confusion? who will leave you an exit and a comfortable cover who will take you oh so near the edge, but never drop you over? who do you watch?

BERKERTEX BRIBE
berkertex bride or berkertex bribe? the object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting for the moment of truth in this spiritual mating the object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting to be owned, cherished, to be fucked for the naming the public are shocked by the state of society but as for you, you're a breath of purity well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes you can pack them away with the rest of your lies the painted mask of ugly perfection the ring on your finger, the sign of protection is the rape on page 3, is the soldiers obsession how well you've been caught to support your oppression one god. one church. one husband. one wife. sordid sequences in brilliant life supports and props and punctuation to our flowing realities and realisations we're talking with words that have been used before to describe us as goddesses, mothers and whores to describe us as women, to describe us as men to set out the rules of the ludicrous game and it's played ver carefully, a delicate balance a masculine/feminine perfect alliance does the winner take all? what love in your grasping? what vision is left and is anyone asking? what vision is left and is anyone asking? she's a berkertex bride. bride. bribe.

SMOTHER LOVE
the true romance is the ideal repression that you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets that you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops and the music spins you round and round looking for the props the silken robe, the perfect little ring will give you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing step outside into the street and staring from the wall is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small romance, can you dance? d'you fit the right description? do you love me? do you love me? do you want me for your own? do you love me, say you need me so you know that i'm the one tell me i'm your everything, let us build a home we can build a house for two, with little ones to follow the proof of our normality that justifies tomorrow romance, romance do you love me? say you do we can leave the world behind and make it just for two love don't make the world go round, it holds it right in place keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another face love's another skin-trap, another social weapon another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon love's another sterile gift, another shit condition that keeps us seeing just the one and others not existing woman in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression she's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression if we didn't have these codes for love, of tokens and positions we'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions it's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and greed we can fight to life the cover if you want to sow a seed do you love me? do you? do you? don't you see they aim to smother the actual possibilities of seeing all the others?

HEALTH SURFACE
places of sickness nurse me cold attendant whiteness glare in dark straighten out the winding sheet twisted round in poorest dreams shattered proofing of the lost splinter shackled, little wounds of cruelty and truth, they tie the one way sickness up inside regressive smile, a babys laugh a learnt contortion of the mouth places of laughter leave me cool hot fire dying down to ash beauty breezes through so swift endless roundabout of grief not much to ask, a rightful place where nothing matters, but can touch without a sinking heart, this sigh could be the wind among the leaves this pain does not belong to me they've taken everything away to nurse the sicknesses of loss instilled with fear and bleachy guilt impatient winds up in her cloth the tired shoes are splitting up with weighty promises of love waiting for the last to fall away buckle noose around the strap all that separates the flesh from green grass or sinking mud stagnating, knowing the delusion clean sheets waiting for a body slapped into life and slowly gutted a place of sickness is to die in tired of the cruelty and lying drip-fed tears of the forsaken they say "we'll soon have you up and walking" took the prison for a stronghold took the lies for a love-song paid for life on a shoestring waiting for the last to fall away buckle noose around the strap all that separates the flesh

DRY WEATHER
is there anyone prepared to tell me why? tell me why i'm being sucked dry? oh yes, that is yours and this is mine as long as the balance is out, that's fine i don't define the terms of the oppression do you awake to that dull and grey depression? you ride on me suck my energy you take what you want when you want it you reject any change that i make you ask me for more when i've spent it when i've given it all, you still take is there anyone prepared to tell me why? tell me why i'm being sucked dry? oh yes i know the lines you draw are for protection the number given for a name is simply for detection i know i'm only paper in a file but couldn't you treat me as a human for a while? you ride on me suck my energy you take what you want when you want it you reject any change that i make you ask me for more when i've spent it when i've given it all, you still take is there anyone prepared to tell me why? tell me why i'm being sucked dry? you offer your protection, but insist when i decline you offer independence, but demand i tow the line you say you give me freedom, but you hang on to the key well don't you think, perhaps, the decision's up to me? you ride on me suck my energy you take what you want when you want it you reject any change that i make you ask me for more when i've spent it when i've given it all, you still take is there anyone prepared to tell me why? tell me why i'm being sucked dry? so tell me i'm dreaming if i want to live and i'll tell you you're just scheming to make me give more than i want to, more than i can you don't want person, you just want woman you hide behind logic, secure with your facts you've a history of time to back up your claims protecting the future by filling up the cracks the might expose the real nature of your games you want woman cos she's children for your system well people wither in that living death you hide behind your prejudice, afraid of my wisdom afraid i might question your unquestioned worth you ride on me suck my energy you take what you want when you want it you reject any change that i make you ask me for more when i've spent it when i've given it all, you still take is there anyone prepared to tell me why? tell me why i'm being sucked dry? used as a tool? treated like a fool? shat on? spat on? totally confused? fucked up? mucked up? totally abused? pulled about? fooled about? treated like a toy? joked about? poked about? something to destroy? tricked? kicked? i don't want these games.

Crass - Christ the album

1.Have A Nice Day
2.Mother Love
3.Ninteen Eighty Bore
4.I Know There Is Love
5.Beg Your Pardon
6.Birth Control 'n' Rock 'n' Roll
7.Reality Whitewash
8.Its The Greatest Working Class Ripoff
9.Deadhead
10.You Can Be Who?
11.Buy Now Pay As You Go
12.Rival Tribal Revel Rebel
13.Bumhooler
14.Sentimental (White Feathers)
15.Major General Despair

HAVE A NICE DAY
same old stuff, you've heard it all before crass being crass about the system, or is it war? we ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh if you don't fucking like it - fucking tough! cos i'm the same old monkey in the same old zoo same old message trying to get through screaming from the platform when the train ain't even there i've got a one way ticket, but i don't fucking care if what i've got to say is always much the same it's cos the game the system plays is still the same old game senile idiots in their seats of power ancient rotting corpses breathing horror by the hour they're lovers of death the fucking creeps screwing our earth, as our earth weeps iron ladies, steel men waiting for their fucking war to start again blood lusting nutters plan death for us all they'll be hiding in their bunkers as we watch the missiles fall ain't they just so decent, respectable and nice eating the fat of the land while it's us that pay the price westminster's full of psychopaths with blood clots 'stead of brains flesh hungry vultures picking our remains shitting on the world they've shat on many times before fucked it good and proper in the name of law well bollocks to the lot of you and you can fuck off too if you're bored with what i say, no-one's asking you just fuck off and have your fun hoist your jolly roger and wave your plastic gun with your painted faces and your elegant style how about trying to think for a while? as your decorate your lifestyle with cheap consumer bliss forget about loving, it's your arse you're going to kiss as long as they've got you under their thumb with t.v. lobotomy and media fun they'll have their way with you, what more can i say? watch out for the mind police and have a nice day

MOTHER LOVE
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 love and family ties little children shouldn't speak until they're spoken to just another showpiece to show the neighbours who can produce the perfect babe with everything in place god help you if you come out without an angel face if you haven't got the looks that prove how nice you are you'll have failed your duty and that's all you fucking are you're just a status symbol that they need to have in life just the proof they need to be the perfect man and wife chorus like a fucking dustbin they fill you up with trash tell you all that life is, is working for some cash life's a competition and you've got to be the best tread on everybody else, forget about the rest they tell you to be grateful for what they've done to you like tell you the conditions and pump it into you that you really mustn't fail them cos you owe them a debt cos they're the ones that made you and they won't let you forget chorus you're not a human in their eyes, you're a novelty don't want you thinking, you'll break the fantasy fantasy that you're a toy providing endless fun you're not a human being, you're their daughter or their son you bring them lots of happiness when you're very small but when you lose those darling looks no-one cares to call cos you're no more the cuddly toy for them to hug and hold you're not an individual and they're just getting old chorus didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties (repeat) didn't fucking need them with their love and bloody lies

NINETEEN EIGHTY BORE
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 cathode ray they've got your fucking soul, now they'll fuse your brains away mindless fucking morons sit before the set being fed the mindless rubbish they deserve to get can't switch off big brother, they've lost all will to act lost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it fact? another plastic bullet stuns another irish child but no-one's really bothered, no, the telly keeps them mild they've lost all sense of feeling to the every hungry glow drained of any substance by the vicious telly blow no longer know what's real or ain't, slowly going blind they stare into the goggle box while the world goes by, behind the angels are on t.v. tonight, grey puke fucking shit they army occupy ireland, but the boot will never fit was it coronation street? or was it londonderry? oh it doesn't fucking matter, paul daniels'll keep us merry yes, i've heard of bobby sands, wasn't it emmerdale farm? yes, that's right, he was kicked by a cow i hope it didn't do him no harm and wasn't the holocaust terrible, good thing it wasn't for real of course i've heard of h-block, it's the baccy with man appeal deeper and deeper and deeper, layer upon layer illusion, confusion, is there anyone left who can care? yes, the abbey national cares for you nat west, and securicor well brings out the branston bren-guns let's spice it up some more the sweeney are cruising brixton, created another belfast and j.r.'s advising thatcher on lighting, make up and cast a thousand camera lenses point at the people's pain as millions of mindless morons watch the action replay again action replay again softly, softly, into your life, you're held in it's brilliant glow softly, softly, feeding itself on the you you'll never know you're life's reduced to nothing, but an empty media game big brother ain't watching you mate, you're fucking watching him

I KNOW THERE IS LOVE
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 crap? asking for the bread and home that's mine and waiting for a pat on the back? think i've got nothing better to do than to live in the lie that you give? learn the sweet morals, the lessons, the games and praise god for the fact that i live? you took me and made me a man by making me strong, the power of this land you took a woman and taught her she's less a slave to the strong no more than a guest you taught me to love, find a mate and to take a woman to serve but your love is just rape you leave me my children to hold and distort to bind with your rules of normality til caught i give them the food that you sell in the shops i'm told is has goodness when it's only the slops you've taken my health with your shitty benevolence you've take my dignity with your dole queue dependence you taught me to steal when i wanted to share to take for myself and not even care you've stifled my vision with oppressive authority dreams and the hopes nearly fade to strangle me gave me confusion until i had learnt to obey all the orders and never get burnt i shout in the streets and you take my voice this sham of democracy leaves no choice take my eyes 'til there's nothing to see except abuse and destruction, no chance to be free taken my thinking, my means of survival thrust in my hand your gun and your bible told me to kill for the lord up above you've given me hate when i know there is love told me to kill for the lord up above you've given me hate when i know there is love

BEG YOUR PARDON
chorus: beg the question, bend the truth bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof in the beginning they said there was light there ain't much left of it now we're lost in the darkness, searching sound and sight of an answer to the what, where or how we're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell dreaming of a world without war forced to live on the boundaries of hell like no-one's ever thought of peace before what's the point of preaching peace if it's something you don't feel? what's the point of talking love if you think that love ain't real? where's the hope in hopelessness? where's the truth in lies? don't try to hold my hand if you can't look me in the eyes chorus in the beginning they said there was light but somebody's burnt out the fuse and now we're all lost in eternal night looking for a candle to use lots of little candles, isolated hope frail little flames in the gale lost little people who just can't cope knocking their heads on the nail what's the point of talking freedom if you just protect yourself? what's the point of preaching sharing as you accumulate your wealth? it's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real it's easy to lie if your ignore the things you feel chorus in the beginning they said there was light but we never had the eyes to see but rather than struggling or putting up a fight we ran like lemmings to the sea no-one really wants to get it all together it's easier to just grab what you can everybody's going it, hell for leather building little castles in the sand hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretence, deceit think only of yourself and the world's at your feet i don't believe the things you say, you make bullshit of the truth the game you play's offensive and you life's the living proof chorus (x 2) in the beginning they said there was light but i'm tired of hearing their lies i'm tired of deceit, gonna put up a fight i'm going to use my own eyes gonna make my decisions, live my own life they can keep their darkness and gloom hypocrisy, trickery, i've had enough they can keep their destruction and doom i've only one life and i'll live it my way they can keep their restrictions and law if they think different i'll have one thing to say "fuck off cos i've heard it before"

BIRTH CONTROL
industry on the mercenary bloodpath military loves the gory warbath economics shape the battle landscape all join together for the grand rape moral intentions make a scapegoat excuse the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat praise the rotting minds above the club tie that sits in towers up in the blue sky above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death arms make profit from the crushed head build the towers up on the ditch dead betrayal forms the formal skyline tinted windows catch the sunshine such ice cold beauty makes the heart sink five thousand miles away the dead stink and here the graveyard to insult them the city shines with laughing tombstones the profiteers, the warcry butchers stir up the lust for legal slaughter the living dead who look up to them who accept authority the kills them work for the corporation making napalm workers watch the burning children on t.v. as they eat their meat pie with refusal in their minds eye to see their own lives in that cold death their state of wealth upon that lost breath in the official offices of deathplan leaders of men work to betray man stocks and shares declare the next war the torture starts behind the locked door propaganda tops the big desk compose an overture to fine death the hideous grey men of our nightmares dim the colour, foul the clean air their eyes forsake all that they dwell on drag the lover from the loved ones patriots progress is a backstep a cruel noose around a young neck they teach our children in the classroom to respect a madman on a rostrum to praise the the dirty works of battle bring out the ribbon, balloon and rattle to dig their own graves in the cold earth so sad and pointless now to give birth

REALITY WHITEWASH
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 so she can line her eyes an expert in delusion, an artist in disguise she's not content with what she is, but she does the best she can doesn't do it for herself, she does it for her man and meanwhile he's out hunting, this master of the hunt cruising down the high street in his endless search for cunt and the posters on the hoardings encourage his pursuit glossy ads, where men are men, and women simply cute and the men are in their motorcars and the men have nerves of steel and they dreams of charlies angels as they firmly grip the wheel and they fantasise they're screwing in the back seat of the car fantasise they're fucking with a real life movie star fantasies to fill the gaps, to fill in every crack a whitewash on reality to hide the truth they lack now she's sponging down the cooker, on the surface all is fine his dinner's in the oven cos he's doing overtime she switches on the telly, it makes her feel secure helps confirm her way of life, who needs to ask for more she sees the happy family unit, wife and hubby on the screen the perfect social unit, just like it's always been she's done the very best she can to love and honour and obey her man and if she should ever doubt the wisdom of her choice she can turn on the television for its moderating voice the ads and weekly series are the proof she needs that a life of boredom outweighs the deeds she sits up till the epilogue and goes to bed alone content that when he's finished work he'll go straight home meanwhile he has another scotch, the lady has a coke if he's asked about the wife he treats it as a joke "hear the one about the you-know-what" he's got what it takes and he takes what he's got he took his woman and he'll take plenty more she took on a rat to keep the wolf from the door then maybe in her loneliness she'll want to have a child who'll be taught the games of adulthood, boxed and filed another life to whitewash, to us a child is born to follow in its parents' tracks, the path's well worn fantasy and falsehood, truth and lie the fucked up system they call reality they system needs its servants, each birth is one more gently talk of freedom as they quietly lock the door cos the system needs its servants if the system's going to run fodder for the workhouse, targets for the gun

THE GREATEST WORKING CLASS RIP OFF
chorus: ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi what a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi another threatening glance, another macho stance another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat another bottle waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear chorus tell me, why do you glorify violence? ain't there nothing better to give? why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live? you tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean? is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen? are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head when you're just a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed you're lost in your own self pity, you've bought the system's lie they box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie okay, so you're right about one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you but what's the point of shitting on yourself, what's that gonna do? working class hero beats up middle class twit media labels, system's shit when it looks like the people could score a win the system makes sure that the boot goes in yeah it's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi just another fucking rip off, a fucking media ploy it's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi punk attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed but look at how it is right now, do you really think you're freed? punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate punk's got nothing to do with what you're trying to create anarchy, violence, chaos? you mindless fucking jerks can't you see you're talking about the way the system works throughout our bloody history force has been the game the message that you offer is just the fucking same you're puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance that's right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say "give peace a chance" punk is dead you wankers, cos you killed it through and through in your violent world of chaos, what you gonna do? is top of the pops the way in which you show how much you care? you take off now to the usa and spread your message there? well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing the only thing that'll ever change will be the song you sing cos when you've bought your rolls royce car and your luxury penthouse flat you'll be looking down your nose and saying "punk, dear chap, what's that?" you'll be the working class hero with your middle class dream and the world will be the same as the world has always been punk's the people's music so you can stuff your ideas of class that's just the way the system keep you sitting on your arse class, class, class, that's all you fucking hear middle class, working class, i don't fucking care it's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi what a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi it's the greatest human sell off, oi, oi, oi ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi punk's the peoples music and i don't care where they're from black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no right or wrong we're all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good you can stuff your false divisions cos together i know we could beat the system, beat its rule ain't got no class, i ain't a fool beat the system, beat its law ain't got no religion cos i know there's more beat the system, beat its game ain't got no colour, we're all the same people, people, not colour, class or creed don't destroy the people, destroy their power and their greed

DEADHEAD
tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives endless cars on endless roadways endless shopfronts with endless lies even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad can't imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad it's all set up so you can't do it not let up so you don't make it all arranged so you can't have it all enclosed so you won't take it set in little pockets of isolation separated by regulation crushed for product in a rich man's passion relative ration for the ration nation tear a bit, smash a bit, cause a little pain that's a contribution then they build it up again fool yourself thinking it's a holyheld belief when all the time it's just another light relief oh boredom psychological stunt you never really feel it when you're up at the front it doesn't really matter where the hell it's going as long as everybody has the hot blood flowing.... excitement and thrills, will put off the ills radical frills, docility pills new wave, splash in the plan real music by dildo dan tired old discos, shame balam soddern modern christ, futurists again play the machine crank up the dream we're just what we seem know what i mean? but no-one can wipe out the last five years there's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs marry me darling? fuck off, creep! tired and lonely, life on the cheap didn't plan it, but now we're very happy another poor fucker drowns in its nappy bakunin and bollocks and fun and farts hit the right fantasy and come up the charts treat people like shit and that's what you get

YOU CAN BE WHO?
chorus: don't want a life of lies and pretence don't want to play at attack and defense just want my own life, i want to be free so you can be you, and i can be me respectable businessman smart and secure eat the fat of the land that they robbed from the poor the butcher is smiling as he brings down the knife as he cuts up the meat, he thinks of the wife as eminent psychiatrists suffer paranoid fits the ones they call mad have to pick up the bits the preachers speaks calmly, says it's love that we lack while his imaginary dagger is held at our back chorus in bed you're the master or mistress, who cares? abusing each other as your work off your fears go climb a mountain, go fuck a scout avoidance of self is what it's about pretence and illusion to avoid who you are don't work on yourself, just polish the car switch on the telly afraid you might find that as well as a body you've also a mind cheap glossy surface to cover the lie cheap easy answers to the what, where and why media drivel, yet you still watch the screen life ain't for real, it's a magazine conned from the start but hang onto the lies a slave to the cathode ray paradise you don't want the world, you just want the pics media junkies, you'd die for a fix chorus so you say you'll regret it, well that's maybe a start but it's so fucking easy to act out a part say you'll reject it, but still toe the line conning yourself that you're doing just fine anarchy, freedom, more games to play? fight war, not wars? well it's something to say slogans and badges worn without thought instant identities so cheaply bought well freedom ain't product, it just isn't fun you're looking for peace your work's just begun fighting oppression, aggression and hate fighting warmongers before it's too late we've got to fight back to show that we care for so many years we've been silenced by fear our lives have been ruined by liars and fools the powerful and greedy who bind us with rules politicians and preachers who bind us with laws stolen our peace and given us wars they've used us as means to their own violent ends turned us against each other, made foes out of friends they've distorted, perverted, polluted our lives they've brainwashed the world with their sordid beliefs they seek to possess, control and corrupt if it's freedom we're after, they've got to be stopped

BUY NOW, PAY AS YOU GO
buy now, pay as you go buy now, say hello you can put a mortgage on your life to enter shoppers' paradise a trade-in for your dignity a lovely colour console tv to watch and cherish as the days slip by and dream of the things that money can buy brushed chrome shit, plastic crap my life and my vision is worth more than that plate glass ghetto, shopping spree i'm no fucking commodity lusting for objects, white wall refrigerator cut off your fingers and buy a vibrator get them while it lasts, your time is running out it's a new mink coat, that's what life's all about a new tank, a new bomb, awaits you in the store is life all that shallow that you're reaching out for more? start planning now for a family plot a satin-lined bunker where your corpses can rot well there's nothing for sale here, no day-glo gore and i ain't no waxed-up showroom whore i don't need carrots in front of my eyes man made pre-fab, polyester lies sexy glossy adverts left on my mat i live with my needs, i don't need that i don't need a yacht to take a cruise don't need a telephone in the loo won't barter my soul for a rip-joint sale excess is just another nouveau jail don't want to grow fat off the fat of the land or to choke on the greed of public command thirty years with one foot in the grave possession junkie, consumer slave if money buys freedom it's already spent your object's the subject of my contempt buy now, pay as you go buy now, say hello bye bye bye bye

RIVAL TRIBAL REBEL REVELS (PART 2)
cor blimey guvnor i'm the big 'un, cop an eyeful of this muscular arm being tough 'n' rough is my kind of fun but, of course i never do no harm ain't my fault i like cracking bones, gives me a funny kind of thrill i can't help smiling at the pathetic moans, when i go in for the kill tribal wars are raging, it's a battlefield on the street there's games to play and hell to pay when the rival tribal rebels meet why can't people just leave me be? can't help doing what i do i'll do anybody who ain't like me so forget your what, why or who i ain't got no purpose and i don't give a fuck i never asked for this life if you're looking for reasons you're out of luck i'll show you the point with my knife tribal wars are raging, no-one's safe out on their own the gangs are about and they scream and shout so you'd better not be caught alone i did it cos there ain't nothing else to do nowhere'll let me in it ain't my fault i want to hurt and screw so i've destroyed every place where i've been i had trouble at the local so they won't serve me there i just had to chivvy up this bloke left him with a smile cut from ear to ear but the bleeder never got the joke used to have a bird but i put her up the spout had to tell her where to get off well you can't blame me if i want to get about if you're a man you've gotta be tough i used to go down the cafe for tea but my boot got attacked by the door so now it ain't open for the likes of me and we're back on the streets like before tribal wars are raging, our heroes are standing tall but the truth of the matter, if you cut out the patter is that pride always comes before the fall they can stand on the corner with their violence and their hate stand there and fester 'til they've left it too late to realise it's themselves they've put their on the spot cos they've wasted the one and only life that they've got tribal wars are raging, everyone's acting out bad parts oi, hey big man, take a look at yourself it's in the mirror that the real war starts

BUMHOOLER
chorus: if they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it we know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it they got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it we had the early warning, we can sit and observe it sliding down guidelines, cradle to the grave all the willing saviours see that we behave everybody knows they're there, see them all around lots of little people who'll put you in the ground well, take a burning issue and stuff it up your arse they've fucked you with a furrowed brow shitting broken glass marching down the 'dilly to demonstrate again while the men who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck you can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck pass it on to others, ship it down the line leave the world in ruins, you know we've got the time chorus cop-outs look for motives....freudian analyst come on, mr horror, what do you make of this? won't find many people without their rationale any handy concept to hang upon the wall soldier's got his enemy, police have got the state family have home sweet home, ss got red tape mp's got his duty, priest has got his sin everybody finds a hole, to drop somebody in seeking out wisdom in the ironies of life weight up subtleties, fiddling with the ties no-one else decides for you, whether to or not you make an easy target if you're running on the spot chorus someone's been training, flexing their muscles getting in practice, irrelevant tussles given a march, or a quiet sunday demo they wait till the state put the finger on you peeping through a frown, your humanity in rags playing the loser till the sense of purpose sags they can deal with heroes, watch the bleeders run only your head keeps the target from the gun no-one else decides for you, whether to or not you make an easy target if you're running on the spot

SENTIMENT
feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden last vision the lark is flame the cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen the gentle eye, the dispensable perfection before the flash takes two weeks food pile the sacks of earth and hide all of us here know it, we grew it fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire a little blood on the floor locks and bars across the door well versed in violation our children beat each other in the garden our failure to accept the earth, we talk of love but push it to the edge push it to the edge this is no natural aggression composing death i am afraid for beauty when i see the fist the perfect hand that turns against itself the perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher's blade or leads to death leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool or takes the forest with a single flame leaves the next an empty shell human kind condemns the hunting beast yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat the military dream of blood their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men who work towards our bloody end they fly enola gaily, give birth to this waiting...waiting give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire three last days on the earth, i lay down to die in the grass

MAJOR GENERAL DESPAIR
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, planning a new mode of attack he's quite unconcerned about chance or risk the major general's a hard nut to crack oh yes, he designs a cruise missile, tactically sound, operationally ok while the starving crawl onto the deathpile they can't avoid their fate another day attack on the mind, but he calls it defence but i ask you again who's it for? do the starving millions who don't stand a chance hope to benefit by his stupid war? babies crippled with hunger before they could walk mothers with dry breasts cry dry tears and meanwhile major general despair gives a talk on increasing the war budget over the years how can they do it, these men of steel how can they plot destruction, pain? is it the only way they can feel by killing again and again? is it some part of themselves that has died that permits them to plan as they do? or is it us that is dead, do we simply hide from the responsibility to stop what they do? there's so many of us, yet we let them have their way as this moment they're plotting and planning we've got to rise up to take their power away to save the world that they're ruining they're destroying the world with their maggot-filled heads death, pain and mutilation they've got the responsibility of millions of dead yet they're still bent on destruction the generals and politicians who advocate war should be made to wade in the truth of it they should spend sleepless nights shivering with fear and by day time should crawl in the deathpit they'll find the truth of what they've done there festering corpses they and their kind made eyeless skulls that endlessly stare having seen the truth of military trade the earth was our home, the wind and the air the blue sky, the grass and the trees but these masters of war, what do they care? only sentiments, these it's our world but through violence they took it away took dignity, happiness, pride they took all the colours and changed them to grey with the bodies of millions that died they destroy real meaning through their stupid games make life a trial of fear they destroy what values we have with their aims make us feel it's wrong if we care well, we do care, it's our home they've been at it too long if it's a fight they want, it's beginning throughout history, we've been expected to sing their tired song but now it's our turn to lead the singing fight war, not wars, make peace, not war fight war, not wars, we know you've heard it before fight war, not wars, make peace, not war fight war, not wars, make love, not war 1-2-3-4 we don't want your fucking war

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the door stands open- across lines, invisible hands are held, goden streamers building in the night. alone, the possibilities are enormous. step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat wait to suck on tiring flesh, unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. afraid of death, we cannot save ourselves. to breathe is not enough. yes sir, i will when you woke up this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. it doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain, maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. you've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can hear the silence even when it's there. like the wind see from the window, seeing it but not being touched by it. words sometimes don't seem to mean much of anyone we're used more than most. feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked, thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives the things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail as they plan destruction and gain respectability we offer our creativity and are made outcasts. we didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, we were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, but we can't avoid that arena, it's become a part of us even if we don't understand it. in attempts to moderate they ask us why we don't write love songs. what is it that we sing, then? our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, everything we write is a love song. we look for alternatives, but the enormous power of the media makes it so difficult to establish foundations. their lies and distoritions are so extreme that everything becomes poisoned and corrupted. we can become media personalities, but it is always on their terms. we're tired of living up to other people's expectaitons when ours seem so much higher. intelligence seems so easily dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values... social intellignece merely requires agreement and compromise. the boundaries are becoming narrower as the state becomes more paranoid. under authoritarian rule, conformity becomes the only security. fear is a powerful weapon against human development. cowering in our temples of self there's little chance of change; the state is aware of that. the bomb serves many functions. if fear of the omnipotent god is no more, the nuclear father will govern with his shepherd's crook, drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death. those of us who stand out against the status quo do so against all odds. we cling so closely together because we have little other than ourselves. critics say it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists. they hope to descredit us with their labels and definitions. throughout history societies have condemned those who are later later celebrated as heroes. in so many borgeois homes van gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls, yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and ridicule? how is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained os much power? what perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools? we've had problems from self-appointed gods from bishops to mps. they've tried to ban our records saying we're a threat to decent society. fuck them. i hope we are. what kind of depraved idiots think they can silence others by depriving them their voice? for fuck's sake, who are these lobotomists? as if walls only had one side. whispered intimacies might not get through, but cires of anguish know no barriers. how long do we shout for? denied airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. but sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind when we should have been confiding in each other. it seems so absurd that we are denied the chance of ever beign truly free. make freedon at best a dream, at worst an insulting privilege. what space is there for self-expression and personal development when over half the world's population is starving? there are so many things that might have been done, but rooted on this spot in the desire to find the solution, there's little to see and feel but the sighing and dying of our world. but for suffering we might have been a part of it rather than apart from it. making compromises brave fronts, deceitful disguises. turning a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together, but sometimes when i'm alone like this i wonder whether it's worth it. what did you know? what did you care? smiling and socialising. endless philosophising. surface agreements, statements of fact, trying to prove we can do it, but sometimes when i'm alone like this i wonder who can see through it. what did you know? what did you care? bargains and sacrifices. cheap tricks, cheaper devices. holding the vision but losing our sight, endlessly searching solution, but sometimes when i'm alone like this i wonder how much is just institution. what did you know? what did you care? anarchy's become another word for, "got 10p to spare?" another way of saying, "i'm ok, osd you out there." another token tantrum to cover up the fear. another institution, another cross to bear. what did you know? what did you care? anything and everything can be so easily insititutionalised, a poor parody of itself. itself contained by itself. there's no point in just mouthing some words. the token tantrums just aren't enough, nor is speed and weed and the positive creed. exclusive clubs where the various tribes congratulate each other for doing fuck all. will achiev nothing but the strengthening of the status quo. punk has spawned another rock and roll elite, cheap rotten vicious imitations thinking they'll change the world with dyed hair and predictable gestures. nouveau wankers. there are 1000 empty stages waiting for their empty performances, a thousand empty faces waiting for their empty sances. how many times must we hear rehashed versions of feeding of the 5000 by jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one of the wrist? it's the feeding of the 5 knuckle shuffle. if there was no government, wouldn't there be chaos? everybody running around, setting petrol bombs off? and if there was no police force, tell me what you'd do if thirty thousand rioters came running after you? and who would clean the sewers? who'd mend my television? wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? who'd drive the fire engines? who'd fix my video? if there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go? and what if i told you to fxxk off?... the rock and roll swindler says it's ok to plunder, so the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic culture they can plug a mike into. the imperialists rub their hands in glee as the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans. is it any wonder there was such a sickening celebration over the task force? when so called radicals work hand-in-hand with the ruling elite? ...identities have become corporations, social egos and media moulds, scholars of ad-man's dreams. prescribed futures; are we really so dumb, so cowered into submission that not only are we prepared to eat shit we're also prepared to say thanks for the privilege? whould we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? why should we passively accept death as a bargain for living? why accept this robbery of life? why accept this pillage? the rights of the inidvidaul are dependent upon you realising your right as an individual. people are so easily deluded into thinking they've instrumented choice. where in reality they're nothing but passive observers. passive observers do nothing but passively soak up creativity and say, "wow that's me." passively soak up destruction and sy, "oh no, not us, not us." there are those who strive for value and meaning, who search for reason and purpose; their efforts are negated by passive observers. they spend days before the tv set so burned out-- is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision and possibility? what chance does it anyone have when all the spaces are filled? sipping breakfast teas to the sound of space invaders. television is today's nuremberg. bowing to its authority, they become it. i've seen four-year-old children conforming to media roles, main-lining the gross theatre that will become their lives. the television has so dampened people's anger. the population is mesmerised by the flickering screen. and the streets, where the politics of reality were once created, are deserted at night and the rulers sleep secure. they are under no threat as long as the people are sedated. those who suffer head-aches from excessive intake of electrons are prescribed valium, or pay for a fix at the pub where men have to piss up the wall and the stench of urine lasts well into the next pint. entertainment is designed to gloss over real problems and very often those who profess dissent only add to the deception. any information that we receive concerning the real world is carefully controlled, why else would fiction have such licence? we are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, but when the real deaths started on the falklands government censors prevented us from seeing them. we were given the excuse of "national security" by the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins. it didn't matter a fuck to them how many died as long as their popularity ratings didn't suffer, for that reason alone we were sheilded from the truth. while the real violence is kept form us we are exposed to constant pantomines of death and destruction. those in power are rightly aware that if we had access to the real facts we would cease to be simply simply passive observers. media coverage of viet nam created massive dissent in the usa thatcher's government was aware of that when, embarking on the falklands charade tose who did travel to the falklands found their reports dramatically cut down. meanwhile, at home, we were fed fabrications of britain's "glorious war." the truth that is filtering out now paints a very different picture. it's often said that truth is the first casualty of war, it is, but the same could be said of life. from birth we are threatened and beaten into submission by family, churh, school and state. from then on we're easy game for the powermongers like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out praise or, when our true nature finds its way to the surface we hide in the darkness, our tails between our legs. at all costs we are prevented from realising our own potential. we are conditioned into being passive observers. if the ring-master offers war, we have been conditioned to passively accept it. war can only exist through passive acceptance. it is nothing but a demonstration of the weakness of human will. if the clown offered peace we will have been conditioned to accept that, too, but peace can not and will not be maintained through passive acceptance. peace will require constant demonstrations of personal strength, constant effort, constant hard work, reappraisal, consideration and devotion. which of those qualities were you taught in schoolrooms? whereas war simply requires the masses as cannon-fodder, peace requires individuals to relise their own potential. the odds are hopelessly against because the state deliberately destroys human will. passive observers offer nothing but decay. how easy it is for us simply not to bother... as pacifist observers we are too easily forced back into tokenism, makin hollow gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut. the line is delicate. the spaces have always been created by the gentle and caring, to be later filled by bullies and egoists. we can try to fill those spaces with the stregth of our love... but limiting examples like limiting greenham peace camp to women only is a political ploy, but if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. aren't we seeking to destroy all forms of exclusivity? does our own oppression give us the right to oppress others? unless we are prepared to oppose all oppression, we stand guilty of direct contribution to it. "let them eat cake," said marie antoinette as she wiped the cal's blood from her lips. "proud to be british," said maraget thatcher

Crass - Best before

1.Do They Owe Us a Living?
2.Major General Despair
3.Angela Rippon
4.Reality Asylum
5.Shaved Women
6.Bloody Revolution
7.Nagasaki Nightmare
8.Big A Little A
9.Rival Tribal Rebel Revel
10.Sheep Farming In The Falklands
11.How Does It Feel?
12.The Immortal Death
13.Don't Tell Me You Care
14.Gotcha
15.You're Already Dead
16.Nagasaki Is Yesterday's Dog-End
17.Don't Get Caught
18.Smash The Mac

DO THEY OWE US A LIVING?
Fuck the politically minded Here's something I want to say About the state of nation The way they treat us today At school they give you shit Drop you in the pit You try and try and try to get out But you can't Because they've fucked you about Then you're a prime example Of how they must not be This is just a sample Of what they've done to you and me Do they owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Do they owe us a living? OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO! They don't want me anymore Cause I threw it on the floor They used to call me sweet thing But I'm nobody's plaything And now that I am different They'd love to bust my head They'd love to see me cop-out They'd love to see me dead Chorus The living that is owed to me I'm never going to get They've buggered this old world Up to their necks in debt They'd give you a lobotomy For something you ain't done They'll make you an epitomy Of everything that's wrong Chorus Don't take any notice What the public think They're so hyped up with T.V. They just don't want to think They'll use you as a target For demands and for advice And if you don't want to wear it They'll say you're full of vice Chorus

MAJOR GENERAL DESPAIR
Read the evening papers About the National Front They go and they do it They're such a bunch of cunts They make safety pins Of silver and gold The bastards who buy them They know what they've been told Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Major General Despair Major general Despair The ex-Wing Commander Who's comfronting you with school, church and your mamma Play his game and you're fucked Now be reasonable Respecting the law So were does it get you You've been there before, remember? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Major General Despair Major general Despair Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Major General Despair Major General Despair Who's side you on? Get in line! Who's side you on? Get in line!

ANGELA RIPPON
We burn our mistakes and we watch as they burn We've been here so long we've got nothing to learn And we put all the nastiest bits in your media bag Angela Rippon Kenneth Kendal Robert Dougal Richard Baker We put all the nastiest shits in your media bag Feel pretty solid, can move pretty smooth Yeah, but I'm learning I've got nothing to lose And you put all the nastiest licks in your media slag Fucking watch out I am About I can And I don't have to pretend anymore!

REALITY ASYLUM
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? I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you Jesu Christy Christus Puke upon your papal throne Wrapped you are in the bloody shroud Of churlish suicide Wrapped I am in the muddy cloud Of hellish genocide Petulant child I have suffered for you Where you have never known me I too must die Will you be shadowed in the arrogance Of my death? Your valley truth What lights pass those pious heights? What passing bells for these in their trucks? For you lord You are the flag-bearer of these nations One against the other that die in the mud No piety. No deity Is that your forgiveness? Saint. Martyr. Goat. Billy. Forgive? Shit He forgives He hangs upon His cross In self-righteous judgement Hangs in crucified delight Nailed to the extent of His vision His cross. His manhood. His violence. Guilt. Sin He would nail my body to His cross As if I might have perfumed His body Washed those bloody feet This woman that He seeks Suicide visionary. Death reveller. Rake. Rapist Gravedigger. Earthmover. Lifefucker. Jesu You scooped the pits of Auschwitz The soil of Treblinka is rich in your guilt The sorrow of your tradition Your stupid humility is the crown of thorns We all must wear. For you. Ha. Master Master of gore. Enigma. Stigma. Stigmata. Errata. Eraser The cross is the mast of our oppression You fly there, vain flag. You carry it Wear it on your back, Lord. Your back Enola is your gaiety Suffer little children to come unto me Suffer in that horror. Hirohorror. Hirrohiro Hiroshimmer. Shimmerhiro. Hiroshima. Hiroshima The bodies are your delight The incandescent flame is the spirit of it They come to you, Jesu. To you The nails are the only trinity Hold them in your corpsey gracelessness The image that I have had to suffer These nails at my temple The cross is the virgin body of womanhood That you defile In your guilt you turn your back Nailed to that body Lame-arse Jesus calls me sister There are no words for my contempt Every woman is a cross in His filthy theology He turns His back on me in His fear His vain delight is the pain I bear Alone He hangs. His choice. His choice Alone. Alone. His voice. His voice He shares nothing, this Christ Sterile. Impotent. Fucklove prophet of death He is the ultimate pornography He. He. Hear us Jesus You sigh alone in you cockfear You lie alone in your womanfear You die alone in your manfear Alone Jesu, alone In your cockfear. Cuntfear. Womanfear. Manfear Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear Your fear. Your fear. Warfare. Warfare Jesus died for His own sins. Not mine

SHAVED WOMEN
Shaved women collaborators Shaved women are they traitors? Dead bodies all around Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies Shaved women instigators Shaved women disco dancing Shaved women shooting dope Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies In all our decadence people die In all our decadence people die

BLOODY REVOLUTION
You talk about your revolution, well, that's fine But what are you going to be doing come the time? Are you going to be the big man with the tommy-gun? Will you talk of freedom when the blood begins to run? Well, freedom has no value if violence is the price Don't want your revolution, I want anarchy and peace You talk of over throwing power with violence as your tool You speak of liberation and when the people rule Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be? Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me But what about those people who don't want your new restrictions? Those that disagree with you and have their own convictions? You say they've got it wrong because they don't agree with you So when the revolution comes you'll have to run them through Yet you say that revolution will bring freedom for us all Well freedom just ain't freedom when your back's against the wall You talk of over throwing power with violence as your tool You speak of liberation and when the people rule Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be? Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me Will you indoctrinate the masses to serve your new regime? And simply do away with those whose views are too extreme? Transportation details could be left to British rail Where Zyklon B succeeded, North Sea Gas will fail It's just the same old story of man destroying man We've got to look for other answers to the problems of this land You talk of over throwing power with violence as your tool You speak of liberation and when the people rule Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be? Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me Vive la revolution, people of the world unite Stand up men of courage, it's your job to fight It all seems very easy, this revolution game But when you start to really play things won't be quite the same Your intellectual theories on how it's going to be Don't seem to take into account the true reality Cos the truth of what you're saying, as you sit there sipping beer Is pain and death and suffering, but of course you wouldn't care You're far too much of a man for that, if Mao did it so can you What's the freedom of us all against the suffering of a few? That's the kind of self-deception that killed ten million Jews Just the same false logic that all power-mongers use So don't think you can fool me with your political tricks Government is government and all government is force Left or right, right or left, it takes the same old course Oppression and restriction, regulation, rule and law The seizure of that power is all your revolution's for You romanticise your heroes, quote from Marx and Mao Well their ideas of freedom are just oppression now Nothing's changed for all the death that their ideas created It's just the same fascistic games, but the rules aren't clearly stated Nothing's really different cos all government's the same They can call it freedom, but slavery is the game There's nothing that you offer but a dream of last years hero The truth of revolution, brother.......... is year zero

NAGASAKI NIGHTMARE
They're always there high in the skies... Nagasaki nightmare Pretty as a picture in the generals' eyes They've done it once, they'll do it again They'll shower us all in the deadly rain Fishing children fish in the Imperial Waters Sons and lovers, lovers and daughters Cherry blossom hanging on the cherry blossom tree Flash, blinding flash, then there's nothing to see Dying they're still dying, one by one Darkness in the land of the land of the rising sun Lesson learnt the lesson? No, cos no one really cares It's so easy to be silent just t cover up your fears So they die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare And die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare So they die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare And live in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare Will you stand by and let it happen again? Nightmare death in the deadly rain Live in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare And die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare Nightmare comes in deadly rain Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare rain Manmade power, manmade pain Deadly rain, deadly rain They'll do it again, shower us in rain Deadly, deadly, deadly rain Nagasaki nightmare

BIG A LITTLE A
Big A little A bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me 1 2 3 4 External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself By christ do you think they'll let you? The're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear? Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there On earth I have ambassadors. Archbishop. Vicar. Pope We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope, We're telling you you'd better pray cos you were born in sin Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay Hello, hello, hello, now here's a message from your queen As figurehead of the status quo I set the social scene I'm most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace So I'm making sure they stay in line with my army and police My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors For those amongst my subjects who dare to ask for more Unruliness and disrespect are things I can't allow So I'll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all Like the dutch boy's finger in the dyke her arse is in the wall Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part If Moses did it with his faith, she'll do it with an army Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there Guarding national heritage no matter what or where Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich Protection for the wealthy, defence of privilege They've learnt the ropes in Ireland, engaged in civil war Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor So Ireland's just an island? It's an island of the mind Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you'd better look behind Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984 Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law He's there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do Big Brother's system's always there with his beady eyes on you From God to local bobby, in home and street and school They've got your name and number while you've just got their rule We've got to look for methods to undermine those powers It's time to change the tables. The future must be ours. BE exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're the only you No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see It's up to you to change your life and my life's up to me The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours Nothing has effect if you don't recognise the cause If the programme's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name If you don't want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection They'll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're the only you

RIVAL TRIBAL REBEL REVEL
Cor blimey guvnor I'm the bin '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 I like to listen to the agonised moans As I go in for the kill Tribal wars are raging There's a battlefield in the street There's games to play and hell to pay When the rival tribal revels meet I'd rip anybody limb from limb, you see Chivvy 'em and skivvy 'em through I'll simply DO any bastard who ain't like me There's no telling what, why or who I ain't got a purpose and I don't give a fuck I never asked for this life If you're looking for reasons you're out of luck I'll show you the point with me knife Tribal wars are raging No one's safe out on their own The gangs are about and they scream and shout So you'd better not be caught alone I do it cos there ain't nothing else to do There ain't nowhere'll let me in I love to hate, to hurt, to screw So I've destroyed every place where I've been I smashed up the local so I can't get a beer At the dancehall I chivvied up this bloke Left him with a smile cut from ear to ear But the bleeder never got the joke Once had a bird but I put her up the spout So I told her where she could get off She cried a bit, said I was a lout But if you're a man you've got to be tough I used to go down the café for tea But I put me boot through the door So now it ain't open for the likes of me And I'm back on the streets like before Tribal wars are raging Our heroes are standing tall But the truth of the matter If you cut out the patter Is that pride comes before a fall They can stand on their corner With their violence and their hate Stand there and fester 'til they've left it too late To realise it's themselves that they've put there on the spot Cos they've wasted the one and only life that they've got Tribal wars are raging Everyone's just acting out bad parts Hey there, big man, take a look at yourself It's in the mirror that the real war starts

SHEEP FARMING IN THE FALKLANDS
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming… Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun Friggin in the riggin another imperialist farce Another page of British history to wipe the national arse The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck Was the one on which he fought? Three cheers for good old Andy, let's take a pic for his mum And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal Stick it up the royal album Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming… Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to fight… "And, You know, I don't really give a toss If the cause is wrong or right, my political neck means more to me Than the lives of a thousand men, if I felt it might be of use to me I'd do it all over again. The Falklands was really a coverup job It obscured the mistakes I've made, and, you know I think the gamble I took certainly be said to have paid With unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart I, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great nations' heart"… While the men who fought her battles are still expected to suffer Thatcher proves in parliament that she's just a fucking nutter The iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steel Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead Is a heart that doesn't feel Now Thatcher says… "Oh raunchy Ron, we've fought our war Now it's your turn to prove yourself in El Salvador I've employed Michael Heseltine to deal with P.R. He's an absolute prick, but a media star He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan Then at last I'll have a penis just like every other man They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it… But the peasants are hungry Mags Let them eat shit" Who the fuck cares, we're all having fun? Mums and dads happy as their kids play with guns The media loved it, when all's said and done… 'Britain's bulldog's off the leash' said the Sun As the Argies and Brits got crippled or died The bulldog turned around and crapped in our eyes. Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise You're not playing with toys, you're playing with lives… You piss straight up in your self-righteous rage Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age Four minute warning, what a shock, well balls to you rocket cock You're old and you're ill and you're soon going to die You've got nothing to lose as you fill up the skies You'd take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the top You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot…YAH FUCK

HOW DOES IT FEEL?
Intro. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up Shouting in vain. Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence. Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence even when it's there-like the wind seen from the window; seeing it, but not being touched by it. We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it. We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to Realisation did we feel there was a need for it. We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness. HOW DOES IT FEEL? Chorus. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death. Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life, your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice. Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood, your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had. You smile in the face of death because you are so proud and vain, your cruel inhumanity stops you from realising the pain that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. You never wanted peace or solution, from the start you lusted after war and destruction. Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices, your mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought. Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Chorus. Throughout our history you and your kind have stolen the young bodies of the living to be twisted and torn in filthy war. What right have you to defile those births? What right have you to devour that flesh? What right to spit on hope with the gory madness that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Chorus. You accuse us of disrespect for the dead, but it was you who slaughtered out of national pride. Just how much did you care? What respect did you have as you sent those bodies to their communal grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all, that once living flesh defiled in the hell that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. You use those deaths to achieve your ends still, using the corpses as a moral blackmail. You say "Think of what those young men gave" as you try to bind us in your living death, yet we do think of them, ice cold and silenced in the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

THE IMMORTAL DEATH
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 ashore Waving farewell, the girls bare it all And pull up their jumpers and skirts Carried away the crowd calls for more And the men felt it worth fighting for. It's all gone before, sexy Sue, saucy Jane The pin-up that's carried to battle The mascot that marks in every plane Every gun, markers of death Symbols of men In whose name we are slaughtered like cattle In every good war there's a nude on the wall To keep the men happy and straight A saucy ole joke lads, it's all harmless fun When we hit land, who shall we rape? Ah, the spoils of war, the kickers, the bras Momentos to give you support While the bombs drop around You fumble in dreams With blank eyes see the corpses you've fought. Our boys have gone away, our boys Our boys have gone away Our men have returned all tattered and burned Our men have returned, amen. The guns point their muzzles away to the land And below deck the men throw darts The nipples are bullseyes, the head counts for less And there's no points for hitting the heart. Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded girl can deny are there for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if you're married and already tied" But bare it all girls and have all the dreams Of dashing young soldiers so brave Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after For soon he will be in his grave Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty Are sinking away in the sea And they've missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties,' displayed in the Sun Page three The bodies of war, the pin-up, the corpse Flesh that is perfect and torn The breast that is curved, that is pink and seductive The breast that is ripped and laid bare The beckoning arms, the legs that are parted The welcoming look and the wink The arms that are shredded, the legs that are no more The face that is rotten and stinks The sickness of war, the men gone before Good luck and God speed you away The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare On the door, she will show you the way Our boys have gone away, our boys Our boys have gone away Our men have returned all tattered and burned Our men have returned, amen User, abuser, the conquering man Makes use of the spoils of war Confirming the glory, the woman is raped And the soldiers rename her as 'whore' Their bodes are torn and disfigured In their heads life is never the same From the wall Saucy Sal is still smiling As the nightmare is caught in his pain Her body still perfect and tempting Is blistered with blood of his tears His body confused and still frightened Turns from the truth that he fears His friends that were killed for the reason Of war that is fought over lies The pin-up remains ever after Immortal as all around dies. Our boys have returned as men, our men Our men have returned again Our men have returned all tattered And burned, our men have returned, amen.

DON'T TELL ME YOU CARE
You shit-head slimy got it alls You crap-eyed ghosts with greasy balls You wicked matron stabbing hard, Grabbing while the going's good Administrators vicious smile Dancing on the body pile Slipping your sly fingernails Impaling flesh on battlefields The decaying corpses help you up To your position at the top You shit-head slimy want it alls You bind the baby as it crawls And crush its head, the soft new scull Burst its brain and keep it dull. You own its mind, you murderous thief Grind it down with bloodied teeth And feed it up with national pride... Progress through self-sacrifice Not for themselves, but you, you scab You raid the bodies of the dead You shit-head slimy make it alls With dead meat dripping as you walk Don't talk of justice or respect You shit soaked armchair moralist... What right is yours that others' lives Are yours to smash and kill and bind? It's your security that they bleed for Your definitions that they die for You stack your dead heroes With no more thought Than some accountant at their work You shit-head slimy got it alls Crap-eyed ghosts where maggots crawl Tired old jerk-offs with your bodyguards Those muscle-pimps with forty-fives You gutless automatic butchers Bullet shitting dumbhead hookers It's your heartless failure they protect While you deny the shame of your neglect All you can see is your brutal success And damn the dead and fear the mess You shit-head gready have it alls You cheat and lie and jargonise That your success is also ours That which you take you take for us While your ambition scrapes the living dry And your solutions are archaic battlecries You dead meat eyesore death pushers Look elsewhere for your arselickers... The face that stares back from the mirror Reflects the reality of your horror So don't tell me you care, shithead You betray the dead as you curse life Eat your own shit leader of the nation Piss off to your Downing Street fortress Leave us out of your madness Buy your own vaseline, grease your own arse shit in your own back yard suck your own turds... THIS IS OUR WORLD

GOTCHA
Gotcha, you Argie bastard, you fucking spik, you latin bender, you dago prick... Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, Our boys have got it right Right now, rule Brittania, Britain rules the waves, Britain never, never, never, will be slaves Gotcha, you Argie bastard, you dago gimp, you motherfucker, yougreasy pimp... Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha Our boys have got it right... Right now, God save her majesty, raise the Union Jack God save Margaret Thatcher, she'll claim our empire back Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now Right now, right now, right now, Thatcher's got it right... This is Thatcher's Britain built on national pride, built on national heritage And the bodies of those who died to wave the flag on the Falklands To protect us from the Irish hordes, to support the rich In their difficult task of protecting themselves from the poor Yes, this is Thatcher's Britain, so let's increase the strength of the police Let's expand the military. Let's all arm for peace Let's suppress all opposition, let's keep the people down Let's resurrect past histories for the glory of the crown Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now Right now, right now, right now, Thatcher's got it right Right now, God save Prince Charlie, God bless his wife, God bless theirfortune God bless their privileged life... Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha Our men have got it right Gotcha, you Argie bastard, you fucking arsehole, you bloody wog Right now, let's back Britain, let's tighten up it's laws Let's up and atom, let's rally to the cause... Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, Thacher's got it right Gotcha, you Argie bastards, you commie scum, you bloody scoundrel, you paki bum You thieving arab, you slit-eyed gook, you dirty browner, you pacifistpoof You senile cripple, you dirty whore, we'll get all the benders and manymore Intro: ATTENTION. Fuck American power. Fuck Russian power. Fuck British power. ATTENTION. These ignorant shits arm themselves for annihilation and call it world peace. Bollocks.

YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD
Pacified. Classified. Keep in line. You're doing fine. Lost your voice? There ain't no choice. Play the game. Silent and tame. Be the passive observer, sit back and look at the world they destroyed and the peace they took. Ask no questions, hear no lies and you'll be living in the comfort of a fool's paradise. You're already dead.... If you're the passive observer, here's a message for you... You're already dead. Afraid to do what you know you should do.. You're already dead. The world's at the edge of nuclear destruction, but you're too afraid to make the connection. You still believe the system's there for your protection... You're already dead. By letting it happen without a fight.You're already dead. With your endless debates about wrong and right... You're already dead. Nothing's going to change if you're not prepared to act, there's no point complaining after the fact, content to be a number, branded X and neatly packed... You're already dead. Four hundred thousand people marched for CND... They're already dead, unless they're willing to act on what they see. They're already dead. If each and every one of us was prepared to fight for more, to stand against the system that creates the need for war, the elite would have to run like it's never run before... They're already dead. We don't need organising or politicians being patronising. We don't need leadership, trendy lefties being hip. Don't need their condescension or their back to the roots pretension. We've heard it all before, politicans saying 'no more war,' pulling wool across our eyes. We don't need their dangerous lies. We won't accept capitulation, it's just manipulation. They want The smooth without the rough, but words and gestures aren't enough. We've got to learn to reject all leaders and the passive shit they feed us.They're already dead. If you think moderation's going to pave the way to peace... You're already dead. What good is moderation 'gainst the army and police? You're already dead. We're not promoting mindless violence, keep that for the fools, we're simply saying be prepared to break their laws and rules, let them know the bigger they come, the harder they will fall... They're already dead. If they're going to play it dirty, so are we... They're already dead. They can keep their lies about the land of the free.They're already dead. We've allowed them too often to use their iron fist, but there's one little detail they appear to have missed... You don't have to be PASSIVE just because you're a PACIFIST... They're already dead. They'll try to sell their system like it's some kind of age-old wisdom, but we've been had like that before. It's just the rich exploiting the poor. Well here's an honest confession, we think it's time they learnt a lesson. They've tried to hold the people down, but we've simply gone underground, moving in the darkness looking for the light, looking for a future and ready to fight. Looking for the freedom that's been denied, fast to attack and fast to hide. In a world where the people can't make it. They've simply got to learn to break it and if the wealthy aren't prepared to shake it.OK, we'll simply have to take it... You're already dead.

NAGASAKI IS YESTERDAY'S DOG-END
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. These rulers are already dead, murdered by their own greed and the world pays homage. SHIT ATTENTION. It's fucking stupid to let so few run our lives into death. Don't let them do it ATTENTION. Why the fuck do we allow this world to slowly die from self-inflicted wounds? Tell me ATTENTION. Cruise missiles are at your door Safely delivered for Christmas. Hooray ATTENTION. Big shit Heseltine assures us he will Shoot anyone to protect them. Who's fucking mad then? ATTENTION. In every country on the streets the police and army protect the stage that's set for the holocaust ATTENTION. Trapped in their camp of concentrated filth they expect us not to cut our way out. Scum ATTENTION. We refuse to take a bit part in their pathetic Hollywood nightmare, our reality ATTENTION. Stand up and fight. Choose life or destruction, love or hate. You cannot have both and survive. Go forward. Get out on the streets. Down the sewers. Snap the rules. Creep through the net. Fuck their diseased system. The words are no longer enough. The information has been given. The lies have been exposed. Choose your path. It's time to fucking act. No time to be nice. It's time to fucking act.

DON'T GET CAUGHT
They won't fucking listen. We know our enemy they're hiding underground. They want us to live and die in the shit they leave around What can we do? What can we say? We're not dead yet, to show we're alive? The government says 'shove it' and 'don't get in the way.' But we're sliding down corpses on a world nose-dive People here cling tightly to their fear and their fun, the dead are abroad, so our streets are clean, even those who know, hide in Sounds and Sun. What will it take to stop the machine? It's only when we're serious and start to make a fuss that the smug politicians show their real face. It's the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us, now trained to do the dirty work and know their place If they won't listen either, what can we do? They're people. Yes. But only people oppress If we can't go round them, we'll have to go through. If it rains and there's no shelter we must work in the mess. They say they're only trying to uphold the law and if they were off duty we could talks some more. OK, they're individuals but when they're in a mob, they're under orders it's a dirty job. The plods are taught to go for your neck or bust your nose running their gauntlet. P.C. Punishment on the spot, take the law into their own hands and fuck us lot If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught, don't expect help, so don't get caught They try so very hard to seem reasonable and Straight and asked you twice to co-operate 'You have every right to protest like anyone these days, but keep to the footpath and out the fucking way, see? The commie-anar-fems are at it again annoying the police and the passive 'grass roots' We're living in a country where the army shoots People with courage dumped and stranded Don'ts and won'ts look on empty-handed If you fuck up the state, don't be a star, they're stuck if they don't know who your are If we choose to leave............................ To stand up for the good of all and make demands for peace will bring us hard and sharp against the army and police. Well, they're the poor too, just like us, maybe it's too late. The rich are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate. Use our head to avoid confrontation, our love to avoid exploitation If the uniforms choose to stay, they'll have to learn to get out the fucking way. If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught, we cease to be the seeker, we become the sought.

SMASH THE MAC
Roll up roll up to the land of dreams. We weave and spin a web of fantasy. We touch on the pain and fear... Then whisk you back to the consumer world. Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer, While three-quarters of the world starves. What do you care? The glitter continuing to glitter The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell Waves the magic wand. Sell sell buy buy. You know the name of the game..... All right Jack sitting on the fence They sit on the fence Real people stand against and say They have the best intention Just a rip-off trick it's always hip To keep in with dissension And if an arms dealer is the record boss The record labels can run 'em at a loss It's money well spent to control the dross What they don't break gets bent..... John All right Jill sitting on the fence The people are fooled by the parasites Who mindlessly entertain And take rich pickins From the bombed out crowds Who've paid to bury their pain While the clowns in the pantomime Don't give a toss and sing about fucks And fads and loss Sliding around in a genital froth Our world slips down the drain That's really really wonderful Well off the wall That's really really marvellous Sitting on the fence Really terrific well out to lunch That really is a buzz sitting on the fence Preening and posing in a life of pretence In a cynical mockery of caring Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit If that's their idea of sharing Yeah peace is in so dump an old track Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack The biz is keen to kill or catch As the people cream they're cheering All right Jack. All right Jill The pen is mighty and looks can kill All right Jack. All right Jill In one hand a gift in the other a bill We've seen their best and we're not impressed So let's get priorities straight A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures Ain't gonna change the state While the people who care are prepared to act The pantomime clowns keep the system intact Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack The love they sing is hate..... fakes All right Jack shit on the fence All right Jill shit on the fence But the fence the fence is owned by America Sit on the fence owned by America They make no pretence it's owned by America Jack and Jill on the fence it's owned by America On their side American troopers and bombs On our side the trash and consumer cons We've been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed But the spirit is untouched..... look out... Smash the Mac smash the Mac Smash the Mac smash the big Mac Bronco burgers burnt out brain Sterile fat deadly rain Chemical colours Kentucky creams Cut your teeth on American... dreams Stickin chicken American grains Licking shittin American reigns Kiddies fit in American trains Bombs tick in American... Planes Smash the Mac You're on your back Smash the Mac til it won't come back American tourist American free Two week tour in misery A good museum but a stinking home The natives hang on the rotten backbone America owns America wins Comes in packets bottles tins Blinds our eyes fills our ears It's been our soul for twenty... years Smash the Mac American tack Smash the Mac smash the big Mac Smash the Mac make it crack Smash the Mac smash the big Mac We stand among your war machines Looking for the light Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi- cola wait to fight... The bricks of our world That you cover in plastic Will sail through your plate-glass windows E.T. go home... E.T. go home... Mickey Mouse fuck off.