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Crass - Women Crass - Women, From Feeding Of The 5000. Women 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 money. We pay with our bodies. There no purity in motherhood. No beauty. Just bribery. It's all the fucking same. We are all slaves to sexual histories. Our awareness of whoredom can be release. War is mens money. They pay with their bodies. There is no purity in that game, Only blood, death and bribery. It's all the fucking same. But we've got the power. Don't just stand there and take submission on the strength of fear. FIGHT WAR, NOT WARS. Tags: crass anarchist punk peace freedom feminist

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Crass - General Bacardi Crass - General Bacardi from The Feeding of the 5000. General Bacardi. I've seen it all before, Revolution at my back door, Well whose to say it won't happen all again. Cos the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. They talk from the screen and T.V. tube. They talk revolution like it's processed food. They talk of anarchy from music hall stages, Look for change in colour supplement pages. They think that by talking from some distant tower, That something might change in the structure of power. They dream, they dream, never walk on the street. They dream, they dream, never stand on their feet. I've seen it all before, Revolution at my back door, Well whose to say it won't happen all again. Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. Alternative values were a fucking con. They never really meant it when they said "Get it on". They really meant, "Mine, that's mine", can't you see? They stamped on our heads so that they could be free. They formed little groups, like rich mans ghettoes, Tending their goats and organic tomatoes. While the world was being fucked by fascist regimes, They talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams. I've seen it all before, Revolution at my back door, Well whose to say it won't happen all again. Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism anti war system

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The Mob - No Doves Fly Here Video for The Mob single No Doves Fly Here Tags: mob crass anarchist punk anarchism anti war system

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Crass - Major General Despair Images set to Major General Despair from Christ the Album. Major General Despair. We're looking for a better world, but what do we see? 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 unconcerned about chance or risk, The Major General's a hard nut to crack. Oh yes, he designs a cruise missile, Tactically sound, operationally O.K., While the starving crawl onto the deathpile, They can't avoid their fate another day. Attack on the mind, but he calls it defense, But I ask 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 could walk, Mothers with dry breasts cry dry tears, And meanwhile Major General Despair gives a talk On increasing the war budget over the years. How can they do it, these men of steel, How can they plot destruction, pain? Is it the only way that they can feel, By killing again and again? Is it some part of themselves that has died That permits them to plan as they do? Or is it us that is dead, do we simply hide From the responsibility to stop what they do? There's so many of us, yet we let them have their way, At this moment they're plotting and planning. We've got to rise up to take their power away, To save the world that they're ruining. They're destroying the world with their maggot-filled heads, Death, pain and mutilation, They've got the responsibility of millions of dead. Yet they're still bent on destruction. The generals and politicians who advocate war should be made to wade in the truth of it, They should spend sleepless nights shivering with fear and by day time should crawl in the deathpit. They'll find the truth of what they've done there, Festering corpses they and their kind made, Eyeless skulls that endlessly stare Having seen the truth of military trade. The earth was our home, the wind and the air, The blue sky, the grass and the trees, But these masters of war, what do they care? Only sentiments, these. It's our world but through violence they took it away, Took dignity, happiness, pride. They took all the colours and changed them to grey With the bodies of millions that died. They destroy real meaning through their stupid games, Make life a trial of fear. They destroy what values we have with their aims, Make us feel it's wrong if we care. Well, we do care, it's our home, they've been at it too long, If it's a fight they want, it's beginning. Throughout history, we've been expected to sing their tired song But now it's our turn to lead the singing... Fight war, not wars, Make peace, not war. Fight war, not wars, We know you've heard it before. Fight war, not wars, Make peace, not war. Fight war, not wars, Make peace, not war. Fight war, not wars, Make love, not war. Fight war, not wars, Make love, not war. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 We don't want your fucking war. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 We don't want your fucking war. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 We don't want your fucking war. Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism anti war system

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Crass - Have A Nice Day Have A Nice Day, 1st Track from Christ The Album, various images cobbled together to form a nonsense video about Crass' response to media attacks in the music press about them singing the same old song. Have A Nice Day. Same old stuff, you've heard it all before, Crass being crass about the system, or is it war? We ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh, If you don't fucking like it - fucking tough! Cos I'm the same old monkey in the same old zoo Same old message trying to get through, Screaming from the platform when the train ain't even there, I've got a one way ticket, but I don't fucking care. If what I've got to say is always much the same, It's cos the game the system plays is still the same old game. Senile idiots in their seats of power, Ancient rotting corpses breathing horror by the hour. They're lovers of death the fucking creeps, Screwing our earth, as our earth weeps. Iron ladies and steel men Waiting for their fucking war to start again. Blood lusting nutters plan death for us all, They'll be hiding in their bunkers as we watch the missiles fall, Ain't they just so decent, respectable and nice, Eating the fat of the land while it's us that pay the price. Westminster's full of psychopaths with blood clots 'stead of brains, Flesh hungry vultures picking our remains, Shitting on the world they've shat on many times before, Fucked it good and proper in the name of law. Well bollocks to the lot of you and you can fuck off too, If you're bored with what I say, no-one's asking you. Just fuck off and have your fun, Hoist your jolly roger and wave your plastic gun, With your painted faces and your elegant style, How about trying to think for a while? As your decorate your lifestyle with cheap consumer bliss, Forget about loving, it's your arse you're going to kiss. As long as they've got you under their thumb With T.V. lobotomy and media fun, They'll have their way with you, what more can I say? Watch out for the mind police and have a nice day. Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism anti system

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Crass - Big A Little A Crass - Big A Little A, the B-Side to Nagasaki Nightmare single. Big A Little a Big A, little A, bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord 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 abandon any hope, We're telling you you'd better pray cos you were born in sin Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello, hello, hello, now here's a massage from your queen As figurehead of the status quo I set the social scene I'm most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace So I'm making sure they stay in line with my army and police My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors For those amongst my subjects who dare to ask for more Unruliness and disrespect are things I can't allow So I'll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow External control are you gonna let them get you? Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you? You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you? They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all Like the dutch boy's finger in the dyke her arse is in the wall Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part If Moses did it with is faith, she'll do it with an army Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there Guarding national heritage no matter what or where Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich Protection for the wealthy, defence of privilege They've learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor So Ireland's just an island? It's an island of the mind Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you'd better look behind Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984 Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law He's there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do Big brothers system's always there with his beady eyes on you From God to local bobby, in home and street and school They've got your name and number while you've just got their rule We've got to look for methods to undermine those powers It's time to change the tables. The future must be ours Big A, little A, bouncing B The system might have got you but it won't get me Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're the only you No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see It's up to you to change your life and my life's up to me The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours Nothing has effects if you don't recognise the cause If the programme's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name If you don't want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection They'll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face If you don't want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do I am he and she is she but you're they only you Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism anti system

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Crisis - UK '78 Crisis - UK '78 single set to some pictures of the band. Decided to put this up after listening to it and remembering what a great song it is Tags: crisis crass anarchist punk anarchism

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Crass - So What So What by Crass from the Feeding of The 5000, at the end is some very dodgy live footage of the band, about 20 - 25 seconds. So What. They ask me why I'm 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 the fucker, I don't give a toss. So what if the master walked on the water. I don't see him trying to stop the slaughter. They say I wouldn't have to live from bins. If I would go along, confess my sins. They say I shouldn't commit no crime. Cos Jesus Christ is watching all the time. So what, so what. So what if he's always over my shoulder. I realise the truth as I get older. I get to see what a con it is. Because it's my life, mine not his. Well, they say they're going to send me away. Said they're going to make me pay. We're sorry but you got to go. But 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, no fucking jerk. I'm no spastic lying in the street. I'm no superstar elite. I'm just a person, a human being. NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU'RE A PART OF THE MACHINE. You're a part our machine because we want you to be. We've got you now and you'll never be free. We can even have your body after you're dead. We can take the eyes out of your fucking head. Yes we'll take them out, use them again. We can do it you know cos we've got your brain. We'll crucify you like we crucified him. We'll make you obey our every whim. We got the power, the power and the glory. I've heard that before in a different story. But the story I heard covered up the truth, Didn't touch on the actual factual proof. Didn't say about the bodies in the concentration camps, Didn't say about the (surgeons) knives underneath the lamps, Doesn't say that the ovens are still warm, Doesn't say that this wretched little form Is a human being who wants to live But not in the snot and shit they give. They say that I had better keep quiet Or they're gonna douse my light. Jesus Christ can save my life, But I can always use my knife. So what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, SO WHAT. Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism anti christ

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Crass - You Pay Crass - You Pay from The Feeding of The 5000 You Pay You're paying for prisons. You're paying for war. You're paying for lobotomies. You're paying for law. You're paying for their order. You're paying for their murder. Paying for your ticket To watch the farce. Knowing you've made you're contribution To the systems fucked solution, To their political pollution. No chance of revolution. No chance of change. You've got no range. Don't just take it. Don't take their shit. Don't' play their game. Don't take their blame. USE YOUR OWN HEAD. Your turn instead. It's not apologise. It's not economise. It's not make do. It's not pull through. It's not take it. It's not make it. It's not just you. It's not madmen. It's not difficult. It's not behave. It's not, oh well, just this once. It's fucking impossible. It's fucking unbearable. It's fucking stupid. FUCKING STUPID. Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism anti system

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Crass - Fight war Not wars Anti War images set to crass' short song. Fight War Not Wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. Fight war, not wars. FIGHT WAR, NOT WARS. Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism anti war

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Crass - Smother Love Crass - Smother Love, from Penis Envy. Smother Love. The true romance is the ideal repression, that you seek, That you dream of, that you look for in the streets, That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops, And the music spins you round and round looking for the props. The silken robe, the perfect little ring, Will gives you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing, Step outside into the street and staring from the wall Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small. Romance, can you dance? D'you fit the right description? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you want me for your own? Do you love me? Say you need me, say you know that I'm the one, Tell me I'm your everything, let us build a home. We can build a house for us, with little ones fellow, The proof of our normality that justifies tomorrow. Romance, romance. Do you love me? Say you do, We can leave the world behind and make it just for two. Love don't make the world go round, it holds it right in place, Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another face. Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon, Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon. Love's another sterile gift, another shit condition, That keeps us seeing just the one and others not existing. Woman is a holy myth, a gift of mans expression, She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression. If we didn't have these codes for love, of tokens and positions, We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions. It's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and greed, We can fight to lift the cover if you want to sow and seed. Do you love me? Do you? Do you? Don't you see they aim to smother The actual possibilities of seeing all the others? Do you love me? Do you? Do you? Don't you see they aim to smother The actual possibilities of seeing all the others? Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism feminism

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Crass - angels Crass - Angels, taken from the Feeding Of The 5000. Angels. The angels are on T.V. tonight, grey puke, celluloid shit. The army have sent a mission to Ireland, just to see to it. Kojac is on the streets again, grey puke, fucking shit. The army say they seek peace in Ireland and they'll see to it. That they keep in line, horizontal hold. Keep in line, vertical hold. Keep in line, brightness. Keep in line, contrast. Keep in line, VISION ON. Coronation Street is on twice a week, grey puke, fucking shit. The army say they seek peace in Ireland and they'll see to it. The army are on the news report. REAL WARS. BULLETS. DEATH. They're beating fuck out of someone they caught just to see to it. That they keep in line, horizontal hold. Keep in line, vertical hold. Keep in line, contrast. Keep in line, brightness. Keep in line, VISION OFF. Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism

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Crass - Sucks Crass _ Sucks from The Feeding Of The 5000. Sucks. Do you really believe in Buddha? Buddha sucks. Do you really believe in Jesus? Jesus fucks. Is it alright really? Is it alright really? Is it working? Do you really believe in Marx? Marx fucks. Do you really believe in Thatcher? Maggie sucks. Is it alright really? Is it alright really? Is it working? Do you really believe in the system? Well o.k. I BELIEVE IN ANARCHY IN THE U.K. Is it alright really? Is it alright really? Is it working? Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism

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Crass - Securicor Crass - video for securicor from the Feeding Of The 5000. Securicor. I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army. 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 a big alsation, He'll re-arrange you with no provocation, And I'm the bugger who has got the lead, You'll have to be bright if you want to get at me. Securicor cares. Securicor cares. Securicor scares the shit out of you, Do you want to come closer? I block the pavement with my club and hat, I deal in money that you can't get at. You want to use me cause I'm up for rent, Tough shit, cause I'm real busy. You ought to know me cause I've been a cop, Out at the army where I learned a lot. Some kids still chuckle when they see my van, But it's not all money sonny, you want to come closer? Securicor cares. Securicor cares. Securicor scares the shit out of you, Do you want to come closer? DO YOU WANT TO COME CLOSER? Well I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'M A PRIVATE IN A PRIVATE ARMY. Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism

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Crass - Berketex Bribe Crass' Berketex Bribe video from Penis Envy. Berketex Bribe. Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe. Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe. Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe. Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe. The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting, For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating. The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting, To be owned, to be cherished, to be fucked for the naming. The public are shocked by the state of society, But as for you, you're a breath of purity. Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes, You can pack them away with the rest of your lies. Your painted mask of ugly perfection, The ring on your finger, the sign of protection, Is the rape on page 3, it the soldiers obsession, How well you've been caught to support your oppression. One god. One church. One husband. One wife. Sordid sequences in brilliant life, Supports and props and punctuation To our flowing realities and realisations. We're talking with words that have been used before To describe us as goddesses, mother and whores, To describe us as women, describe us as men, To set out the rules of this ludicrous game, And it's played very carefully, a delicate balance, A masculine/feminine perfect alliance. Does the winner take all? What love in your grasping? What vision is left and is anyone asking? What vision is left and is anyone asking? She's a Berkertex bribe... Bribe. Bribe... Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism

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Crass - Demoncrats my interpretation of Crass' Demoncrats from Stations Of The Crass. Demoncrats. I am not he, nor master, nor lord, No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations. I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations. These heroes have run before me, Now dead upon the flesh piles, see? Waiting for their promised resurrection, there is none. Nothing but the marker, crown or cross, in stone upon these graves Promise of the ribbon was all it took, Where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these slaves. What flag to thrust into this flesh Rag, bandage, mop in their flowing death. Taken aside, they were pointed a way, for god, queen and country, Now in silence they lie. They ran beside these masters, children of sorrow, As slaves to that trilogy they had no future. They believed in democracy, freedom of speech, Yet dead on the flesh piles I hear no breath, I hear no hope, no whisper of faith From those who have died for some others' privilege. Out from your palaces, princes and queens, Out from your churches, you clergy, you christs, I'll neither live nor die for your dreams. I'll make no subscription to your paradise. I'll make no subscription to your paradise. I'll make no subscription to your paradise. I'LL MAKE NO SUBSCRIPTION TO YOUR PARADISE.... Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism anti system

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Crass - Shaved Women Shaved Women by Crass. Shaved Women. Shaved women collaborators Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screamin babies, Shaved women collaborators Shaved women are they traitors? Dead bodies all around Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies Shaved women instigators Shaved women are they traitors? Screaming babies Screaming babies Shaved women shooting dope Shaved women disco dancing Screaming babies Screaming babies Shaved women collaborators Shaved women are they traitors? Shaved women all around Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies Shaved women instigators Shaved women are they traitors? Screaming babies Screaming babies Shaved women shooting dope Shaved women disco dancing Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies Screaming babies In all our decadence people die In all our decadence people die In all our decadence people die In all our decadence people die Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism

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Poison Girls - Cry No More images put to the haunting lyrics of Vi Subversa Tags: poison girls crass anarchist punk anarchism peace feminism

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Crass - Sheep Farming In The Falklands Some images and footage from the Falklands War... just as stupid and needless as the current Iraq war... Politicians take note... 1 2 3 4 We Don't Want Your Fuckin' War. Sheep farming In The Falklands. 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, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun Big man's jerk off dreamland, looking down the barrel of a gun Friggin' in the riggin' another imperialist farce Another page of British history to wipe the national arse The royals donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought? Three cheers for good old Andy, let's take a pic for his mum And stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal, stick it up the royal album Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Onward Thatcher's soldiers, it's your job to fight... "And, you know, I don't really give a toss if the cause is wrong or right, My political neck means more to me than the lives of a thousand men, If I felt it might be of use to me I'd do it all over again. The Falklands was really a coverup job to obscured the mistakes I've made, And you know I think gamble I took could certainly be said to have paid. With unemployment at an all-time high and the country falling apart I, Winston Thatcher, reign supreme in this great nations' heart." Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming While the men who fought her battles are still expected to suffer Thatcher proves in parliament that she's just a fucking nutter The iron lady's proved her metal, has struck with her fist of steel Has proved that a heart that is made out of lead is a heart that doesn't feel Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Now Thatcher says... "Oh raunchy Ron, we've fought our war Now it's your turn to prove yourself in El Salvador I've employed Micheal Heseltine to deal with P.R. He's an absolute prick, but a media star He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan Then at last I'll have a penis just like every other man They can call it penis envy, but they'll pay the price for it... But the peasants are hungry Mags, "Let them eat shit" Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Who the fuck cares, we're all having fun? Mums and dads happy as their kids play with guns The media loved it, when all's said and done... "Britain's bulldog's off the leash" said the Sun As the Argies and Brits got crippled or died The bulldog turned around and crapped in our eyes. Brit wit, hypocrite, don't you yet realise You're not playing with toys, you're playing with lives... You piss straight up in your self-righteous rage Wilfs, goms and gimps in the nuclear age Four minute warning, what a shock, Well balls to you rocket cock You're old and you're ill and you're soon going to die You've got nothing to lose if you fill up the skies You'd take us all with you, yeah, it's tough at the top You slop bucket, shit filled, puss ridden, death pimp snot..YAH FUCK Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism anti war

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Crass - Punk Is Dead Yes that's right punk is dead..... all about the old days. Punk Is Dead. Yes that's right, punk is dead, It's just another cheap product for the consumers head. Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors, Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters. CBS promote the Clash, But it ain't for revolution, it's just for cash. Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be And it ain't got a thing to do with you or me. Movements are systems and systems kill. Movements are expressions of the public will. Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost, But the leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost. Punk narcissism was social napalm, Steve Jones started doing real harm. Preaching revolution, anarchy and change As he sucked from the system that had given him his name. Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass, Tired of staring up a superstars arse, I've got an arse and crap and a name, I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame. Steve Jones you're napalm, If you're so pretty (vacant) why do you swarm? Patti Smith you're napalm, You write with your hand but it's Rimbaud's arm. And me, yes I, do I want to burn? Is there something I can learn? Do I need a business man to promote my angle? Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle? I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear, The social elite with safety-pins in their ear, I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing, The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. Tags: crass anarchist punk anarchism

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