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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

SO WHAT `Crass`

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

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

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

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

CRUTCH OF SOCIETY `Crass`

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

TIRED `Crass`

"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?

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

END RESULT `Crass`

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

RIVAL TRIBAL REBEL REVELS (PART 2) `Crass`

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

MOTHER-EARTH `Crass`

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

DRY WEATHER `Crass`

pulled about? fooled about? treated like a toy? joked about? poked about? something to destroy? tricked? kicked? i don't want these games.

YOU CAN BE WHO? `Crass`

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

BANNED FROM THE ROXY `Crass`

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?

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

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

FUN GOING ON `Crass`

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

REALITY WHITEWASH `Crass`

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

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

HURRY UP GARRY (the parsons farted) `Crass`

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

MOTHER LOVE `Crass`

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

SYSTEMATIC DEATH `Crass`

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

SYSTEM `Crass`

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? whe...

ASYLUM `Crass`

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...

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...

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 imag...

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 women...

YOU PAY `Crass`

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 m...

WHAT THE FUCK? `Crass`

(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 ...

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 war...