Places of sickness nurse me cold Attendant whiteness glare in dark Straighten out the winding sheet Twisted round in poorest dreams Shattered proofing
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
Not for me the factory floor, Sweeping up from nine to four. Not for me the silly rat race, I don't see the point in anycase. People ask me why I say
Won't destroy the world, No, they're not that crazy Not dealing with the town hall Not that crazy No political solution so why should we bother? Whose
Cor blimey Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un, Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm. Being tough'n'tough is my kind of fun But, of course I never do no
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame. The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle
Shaved women collaborators Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies
"Big A Little A" by Crass originally recorded in 1980. Big A little A bouncing B The sytem might have got you but it won't get me 1 2 3 4 Chorus
ATTENTION. Piss to the parties, the politicians. The pratt-stud men and their slaughter games. ATTENTION. Reagan. Thatcher. Andrapov. You stink and kill
All I am I give to you You'll honor me, I'll obey you Rich or poor or come what may We'll forsake all other love Just we two, one flesh, one blood In
Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams. We weave and spin a web of fantasy. We touch on the pain and fear..... Then whisk you back to the consumer world
They won't destroy the world, no, they're not that crazy. You're dealing with the town hall. They're not that crazy. No political solution so why should
They sell us love as divinity When it's only a social obscenity Underneath they're all lovable Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello
ATTENTION. Fuck American power. Fuck Russian power. Fuck British power. Fuck all power. ATTENTION. These ignorant shits arm themselves for annihilation
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
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Sheep farming in the Falklands
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
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