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POISON IN A PRETTY PILL Crass a trap of glass is your reflection all the you will recognise? PUNK IS DEAD Crass 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 Pretty Poison Ram Jam you were checkmated A-you were X-rayed And now you're X-rated I'm in need of some action tonight, tonight I demand satisfaction tonight, tonight Pretty poison, pretty poison, pretty poison Pretty poison Pretty Friend Frente! there's a girl i know with a poison rose she's gonna bring her i suppose everybody's got a pretty friend the words they buy the time they spend goodnight when her friend's around she disappears amid the ANGELS Crass 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 SECURICOR Crass 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 REALITY WHITEWASH Crass 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 BUMHOOLER Crass 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 DEADHEAD Crass 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 BEG YOUR PARDON Crass 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 MOTHER LOVE Crass 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 FUN GOING ON Crass 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 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 REJECT Crass 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?" 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 WHAT A SHAME Crass 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 SO WHAT Crass 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 HEARD TOO MUCH ABOUT Crass 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 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 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 WOMEN Crass 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 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 ASYLUM Crass i am no feeble christ, not me he hangs in glib delight upon his cross above my body christ forgive. forgive? WHAT THE FUCK? Crass 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? DRY WEATHER Crass 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? GENERAL BACARDI Crass 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 MAJOR GENERAL DESPAIR Crass we're looking for a better world, but what do we see? HURRY UP GARRY (the parsons farted) Crass 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 YOU CAN BE WHO? Crass 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 SYSTEMATIC DEATH Crass 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