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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 DEADHEAD Crass 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 SO WHAT Crass 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, TIRED Crass what do you want? what do you want? 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?" WHAT THE FUCK? Crass (chorus) What now? Now you would destroy the earth Dry, the river beds What now? DO THEY OWE US A LIVING? Crass 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 MAJOR GENERAL DESPAIR Crass we're looking for a better world, but what do we see? 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 DRY WEATHER Crass 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 HURRY UP GARRY (the parsons farted) Crass the bastards, what are they playing at? 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 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 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 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 MOTHER-EARTH Crass 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 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 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 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 BEG YOUR PARDON Crass 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 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 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 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 CRUTCH OF SOCIETY Crass 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 NINETEEN EIGHTY BORE Crass 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 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 POISON IN A PRETTY PILL Crass 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 PUNK IS DEAD Crass 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 SYSTEM Crass 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 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