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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