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
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
fuck are they talking to? Whose life? Whose fucking life? I'll tell you one thing, it ain't me and you And their systems, christ, they're everywhere
This country tell us that we're down and out Got you thinking that we're through Got to suffer to get us moving Say it's up to me and you Well, look around
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
Think I was born on this wretched earth for you to govern and kill? In your stinking factories and offices with your stupid systems and skills? Think
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't see him trying to stop the slaughter Say I wouldn't have to live from bins If I would go along, confess my sins Say I shouldn't commit no crime Cos Jesus Christ
Chorus: Don't want a life of lies and pretence Don't want to play at attack and defense Just want my own life, I want to be free
Who needs lobotomy when we've got the ITV Who needs ECT when there's good old BBC? Switch on the set, light up the screen Fantasise and dream about what
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, Well there ain't
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
Buy now, pay as you go, Buy now, say hello. You can put a mortgage on your life To enter Shoppers' Paradise. A trade-in for your dignity A lovely colour
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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
Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand That at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand. In my head I had a brain that they filled up with
Industry on the mercenary bloodpath, Military loves the gory warbath, Economics shape the battle landscape, All join together for the grand rape. Moral
