Crass Lyrics
Crass Lyrics
"Bumhooler Lyrics"
The Asphyxiation Of Lisa-Claire Lyrics
Deep grey white noise. sterile thumbnails. float in tepid concrete pools where children drink Stark white numbers. bitter houseflies float in tepid concrete pools where burdens drink. remember it's over. surrender. It's over. in time laminate in time seeping transition<
Deep grey white noise. sterile thumbnails. float in tepid concrete pools where children drink Stark white numbers. bitter houseflies float in tepid concrete pools where burdens drink. remember it's over. surrender. It's over. in time laminate in time seeping transition<
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 observe it.
Sliding down guidelines, cradle to the grave,
All the willing saviours see that we behave.
Everybody knows they're there, see them all around.
Lots of little people who'll put you in the ground.
Well, take a burning issue and stuff it up your arse.
They've fucked you with a furrowed brow, shitting broken glass,
Marching down the 'dilly to demonstrate again,
While the me
People's Problems Lyrics
i'm so tired of people's problems, said Claudia to Jean i'm gonna move if it don't change soon this negatiity is killing the scene and if it's all but falling apart before our eyes and it's far too late to change the rumours and lies all the lies we both know what's said and donen who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain.
Brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck,
You can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck,
Pass it on to others, ship it down the line,
Leave the world in ruins, you know we've got the time.
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 observe it.
Cop-outs look for motives... Freudian analyst,
Come on, Mr. Horror, what do you make of this?
Won't find many p
Any handy concept to hang upon the wall,
Soldier's got his enemy, police have got the state,
Family have home sweet home, SS got red tape.
MP's got his duty, priest has got his sin,
Everybody finds a hole, to drop somebody in.
Seeking out wisdom in the ironies of life,
Weighing up subtleties, fiddling with the ties,
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not,
You make an easy target if you're running on the spot.
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, the
We had the early warning, we can sit and observe it.
Someone's been training, flexing their muscles,
Getting in practice, irrelevant tussles,
Given a march, or a quiet Sunday demo,
They wait till the state put the finger on you.
Peeping through a frown, your humanity in rags,
Playing the loser till the sense of purpose sags,
They can deal with heroes, watch the bleeders run,
It's only your head keeps the target from the gun.
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not
You make an easy target if you're running on the spot ...
i'm so tired of people's problems, said Claudia to Jean i'm gonna move if it don't change soon this negatiity is killing the scene and if it's all but falling apart before our eyes and it's far too late to change the rumours and lies all the lies we both know what's said and done
Brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck,
You can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck,
Pass it on to others, ship it down the line,
Leave the world in ruins, you know we've got the time.
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 observe it.
Cop-outs look for motives... Freudian analyst,
Come on, Mr. Horror, what do you make of this?
Won't find many p
After Your Orgasm Lyrics
from East Ashville Hardware .............................................. After you orgasm the world is a different place The world is a different place After your orgasm when we slide out of bed We stay slippery, we stay slippery So the worries in our heads Slide away, slide
eople without their rationale,from East Ashville Hardware .............................................. After you orgasm the world is a different place The world is a different place After your orgasm when we slide out of bed We stay slippery, we stay slippery So the worries in our heads Slide away, slide
Any handy concept to hang upon the wall,
Soldier's got his enemy, police have got the state,
Family have home sweet home, SS got red tape.
MP's got his duty, priest has got his sin,
Everybody finds a hole, to drop somebody in.
Seeking out wisdom in the ironies of life,
Weighing up subtleties, fiddling with the ties,
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not,
You make an easy target if you're running on the spot.
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, the
Mountain Man Lyrics
mountain man, man with a bell dancing like a fool between heaven and hell he sings like a child he runs out of breath one side is life and the other is death you're making a step you're loosing your shoes you get afraid you're not able to move hear his echo of laughter where you
y'll try and preserve it.mountain man, man with a bell dancing like a fool between heaven and hell he sings like a child he runs out of breath one side is life and the other is death you're making a step you're loosing your shoes you get afraid you're not able to move hear his echo of laughter where you
We had the early warning, we can sit and observe it.
Someone's been training, flexing their muscles,
Getting in practice, irrelevant tussles,
Given a march, or a quiet Sunday demo,
They wait till the state put the finger on you.
Peeping through a frown, your humanity in rags,
Playing the loser till the sense of purpose sags,
They can deal with heroes, watch the bleeders run,
It's only your head keeps the target from the gun.
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not
You make an easy target if you're running on the spot ...