"Do They Owe Us a Living" by Crass (c) 1977 Fuck the politically minded Here's something I want to say About the state of the nation The way it treats
I AM NO FEEBLE CHRIST/NOT ME/HE HANGS IN GLIB DELIGHT UPON HIS CROSS/ ABOVE MY BODY/LOWLY ME/CHRIST FORGIVE/FORGIVE?/HOLY HE/HE HOLY/HE HOLY/SHIT HE FORGIVES
you again who's it for? Do the starving millions who don't stand a chance Hope to benefit by his stupid war? Babies crippled with hunger before they
"Bloody Revolution" by Crass originally recorded 1980 You talk about your revolution, well, that's fine But what are you going
We burn our mistakes and we watch as they burn. We've been here so long, we've got nothing to learn And we put all the nastiest bits in your media bag
God, can you hear? Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope We'll blind you with morality, you'd best
You talk about your revolution, well, that's fine But what are you going to be doing come the time? Are you going to be the big man with the tommy-gun
Fuck the politically minded, here's something I want to say, About the state of nation, the way it treats us today. At school they give you shit, drop
You shit-head slimy got it alls You crap-eyed ghosts with greasy balls You wicked matron stabbing hard, Grabbing while the going's good Administrators
They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your
bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts. Carried away the crowd calls for more and the men felt it worth fighting for. It's all gone before,
ATTENTION. Piss to the parties, the politicians. The pratt-stud men and their slaughter games. ATTENTION. Reagan. Thatcher. Andrapov. You stink and
I am no feeble Christ, not me He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, upon his cross, Above my body, lowly me Christ forgive, forgive? Holy He, He holy
I'm back on the streets like before Tribal wars are raging Our heroes are standing tall But the truth of the matter If you cut out the patter Is that pride comes before
They're always there high in the skies... Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki nightmare Pretty as a picture in the generals' eyes Nagasaki nightmare, Nagasaki
on the fence, All right Jack sitting on the fence, All right Jack sitting on the fence. They sit on the fence; Real people stand against And say they have the best
Shaved women collaborators Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies
