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CRUTCH OF SOCIETY Crass 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 REJECT Crass 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 POISON IN A PRETTY PILL Crass 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 BEG YOUR PARDON Crass 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 ASYLUM Crass 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 MAJOR GENERAL DESPAIR Crass 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 WHAT THE FUCK? Crass 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? TIRED Crass 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 END RESULT Crass 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 DO THEY OWE US A LIVING? Crass 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 WHITE PUNKS ON HOPE Crass 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 REALITY WHITEWASH Crass 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 RIVAL TRIBAL REBEL REVELS (PART 2) Crass 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 NINETEEN EIGHTY BORE Crass 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 BUMHOOLER Crass 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 SYSTEMATIC DEATH Crass 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 BANNED FROM THE ROXY Crass 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 SECURICOR Crass 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 WOMEN Crass 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 HURRY UP GARRY (the parsons farted) Crass 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? MOTHER-EARTH Crass 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? YOU CAN BE WHO? Crass 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 Crutch matchbox twenty i don't want to be the crutch one step away from down i don't want to be the crutch one step away from... YOU PAY Crass 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 PUNK IS DEAD Crass 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 GENERAL BACARDI Crass 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 Crutch Matchbox 20 Crutch I don't want to be the crutch One step away from down I don't want to be the crutch One step away from... DRY WEATHER Crass 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? SO WHAT Crass 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 FUN GOING ON Crass 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