Crass - Best Before

Fuck the politically minded Here's something I want to say About the state of nation The way they treat us today At school they give you shit Drop you in the pit You try and try and try to get out But you can't Because they've fucked you about Then you're a prime example Of how they must not be This is just a sample Of what they've done to you and me Do they owe us a living? Of course they do! Of course they do! Do they owe us a living? OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO! They don't want me anymore Cause I threw it on the floor They used to call me sweet thing But I'm nobody's plaything And now that I am different They'd love to bust my head They'd love to see me cop-out They'd love to see me dead Chorus The living that is owed to me I'm never going to get They've buggered this old world Up to their necks in debt They'd give you a lobotomy For something you ain't done They'll make you an epitomy Of everything that's wrong Chorus Don't take any notice What the public think They're so hyped up with T.V. They just don't want to think They'll use you as a target For demands and for advice And if you don't want to wear it They'll say you're full of vice Chorus

Read the evening papers About the National Front They go and they do it They're such a bunch of cunts They make safety pins Of silver and gold The bastards who buy them They know what they've been told Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Major General Despair Major general Despair The ex-Wing Commander Who's comfronting you with school, church and your mamma Play his game and you're fucked Now be reasonable Respecting the law So were does it get you You've been there before, remember? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Major General Despair Major general Despair Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Who's side you on? Major General Despair Major General Despair Who's side you on? Get in line! Who's side you on? Get in line!

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, Forgive? Forgive? I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you Jesu Christy Christus Puke upon your papal throne Wrapped you are in the bloody shroud Of churlish suicide Wrapped I am in the muddy cloud Of hellish genocide Petulant child I have suffered for you Where you have never known me I too must die Will you be shadowed in the arrogance Of my death? Your valley truth What lights pass those pious heights? What passing bells for these in their trucks? For you lord You are the flag-bearer of these nations One against the other that die in the mud No piety. No deity Is that your forgiveness? Saint. Martyr. Goat. Billy. Forgive? Shit He forgives He hangs upon His cross In self-righteous judgement Hangs in crucified delight Nailed to the extent of His vision His cross. His manhood. His violence. Guilt. Sin He would nail my body to His cross As if I might have perfumed His body Washed those bloody feet This woman that He seeks Suicide visionary. Death reveller. Rake. Rapist Gravedigger. Earthmover. Lifefucker. Jesu You scooped the pits of Auschwitz The soil of Treblinka is rich in your guilt The sorrow of your tradition Your stupid humility is the crown of thorns We all must wear. For you. Ha. Master Master of gore. Enigma. Stigma. Stigmata. Errata. Eraser The cross is the mast of our oppression You fly there, vain flag. You carry it Wear it on your back, Lord. Your back Enola is your gaiety Suffer little children to come unto me Suffer in that horror. Hirohorror. Hirrohiro Hiroshimmer. Shimmerhiro. Hiroshima. Hiroshima The bodies are your delight The incandescent flame is the spirit of it They come to you, Jesu. To you The nails are the only trinity Hold them in your corpsey gracelessness The image that I have had to suffer These nails at my temple The cross is the virgin body of womanhood That you defile In your guilt you turn your back Nailed to that body Lame-arse Jesus calls me sister There are no words for my contempt Every woman is a cross in His filthy theology He turns His back on me in His fear His vain delight is the pain I bear Alone He hangs. His choice. His choice Alone. Alone. His voice. His voice He shares nothing, this Christ Sterile. Impotent. Fucklove prophet of death He is the ultimate pornography He. He. Hear us Jesus You sigh alone in you cockfear You lie alone in your womanfear You die alone in your manfear Alone Jesu, alone In your cockfear. Cuntfear. Womanfear. Manfear Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear Your fear. Your fear. Warfare. Warfare Jesus died for His own sins. Not mine

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? Will you talk of freedom when the blood begins to run? Well, freedom has no value if violence is the price Don't want your revolution, I want anarchy and peace You talk of over throwing power with violence as your tool You speak of liberation and when the people rule Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be? Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me But what about those people who don't want your new restrictions? Those that disagree with you and have their own convictions? You say they've got it wrong because they don't agree with you So when the revolution comes you'll have to run them through Yet you say that revolution will bring freedom for us all Well freedom just ain't freedom when your back's against the wall You talk of over throwing power with violence as your tool You speak of liberation and when the people rule Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be? Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me Will you indoctrinate the masses to serve your new regime? And simply do away with those whose views are too extreme? Transportation details could be left to British rail Where Zyklon B succeeded, North Sea Gas will fail It's just the same old story of man destroying man We've got to look for other answers to the problems of this land You talk of over throwing power with violence as your tool You speak of liberation and when the people rule Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be? Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me Vive la revolution, people of the world unite Stand up men of courage, it's your job to fight It all seems very easy, this revolution game But when you start to really play things won't be quite the same Your intellectual theories on how it's going to be Don't seem to take into account the true reality Cos the truth of what you're saying, as you sit there sipping beer Is pain and death and suffering, but of course you wouldn't care You're far too much of a man for that, if Mao did it so can you What's the freedom of us all against the suffering of a few? That's the kind of self-deception that killed ten million Jews Just the same false logic that all power-mongers use So don't think you can fool me with your political tricks Government is government and all government is force Left or right, right or left, it takes the same old course Oppression and restriction, regulation, rule and law The seizure of that power is all your revolution's for You romanticise your heroes, quote from Marx and Mao Well their ideas of freedom are just oppression now Nothing's changed for all the death that their ideas created It's just the same fascistic games, but the rules aren't clearly stated Nothing's really different cos all government's the same They can call it freedom, but slavery is the game There's nothing that you offer but a dream of last years hero The truth of revolution, brother.......... is year zero

They're always there high in the skies... Nagasaki nightmare Pretty as a picture in the generals' eyes They've done it once, they'll do it again They'll shower us all in the deadly rain Fishing children fish in the Imperial Waters Sons and lovers, lovers and daughters Cherry blossom hanging on the cherry blossom tree Flash, blinding flash, then there's nothing to see Dying they're still dying, one by one Darkness in the land of the land of the rising sun Lesson learnt the lesson? No, cos no one really cares It's so easy to be silent just t cover up your fears So they die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare And die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare So they die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare And live in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare Will you stand by and let it happen again? Nightmare death in the deadly rain Live in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare And die in the nightmare, nightmare, nightmare Nightmare comes in deadly rain Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare rain Manmade power, manmade pain Deadly rain, deadly rain They'll do it again, shower us in rain Deadly, deadly, deadly rain Nagasaki nightmare

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 be yourself By christ do you think they'll let you? The're out to 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 Hello, hello, hello, now here's a message 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 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 his 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 Brother's 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. 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 effect 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 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

Cor blimey guvnor I'm the bin 'un Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm Dealing out pain is my kind of fun Get my drift? I mean real harm I like the sound of cracking bones At the sight of blood I thrill I like to listen to the agonised moans As I go in for the kill Tribal wars are raging There's a battlefield in the street There's games to play and hell to pay When the rival tribal revels meet I'd rip anybody limb from limb, you see Chivvy 'em and skivvy 'em through I'll simply DO any bastard who ain't like me There's no telling what, why or who I ain't got a purpose and I don't give a fuck I never asked for this life If you're looking for reasons you're out of luck I'll show you the point with me knife Tribal wars are raging No one's safe out on their own The gangs are about and they scream and shout So you'd better not be caught alone I do it cos there ain't nothing else to do There ain't nowhere'll let me in I love to hate, to hurt, to screw So I've destroyed every place where I've been I smashed up the local so I can't get a beer At the dancehall I chivvied up this bloke Left him with a smile cut from ear to ear But the bleeder never got the joke Once had a bird but I put her up the spout So I told her where she could get off She cried a bit, said I was a lout But if you're a man you've got to be tough I used to go down the café for tea But I put me boot through the door So now it ain't open for the likes of me And 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 a fall They can stand on their corner With their violence and their hate Stand there and fester 'til they've left it too late To realise it's themselves that they've put there on the spot Cos they've wasted the one and only life that they've got Tribal wars are raging Everyone's just acting out bad parts Hey there, big man, take a look at yourself It's in the mirror that the real war starts

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 It obscured the mistakes I've made, and, you know I think the gamble I took 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" 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 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 Michael 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" 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 as 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 snotYAH FUCK

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 voice can get just ripped up Shouting in vain. Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence. Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence even when it's there-like the wind seen from the window; seeing it, but not being touched by it. We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it. We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to Realisation did we feel there was a need for it. We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness. HOW DOES IT FEEL? Chorus. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death. Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life, your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice. Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood, your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had. You smile in the face of death because you are so proud and vain, your cruel inhumanity stops you from realising the pain that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. You never wanted peace or solution, from the start you lusted after war and destruction. Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices, your mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought. Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Chorus. Throughout our history you and your kind have stolen the young bodies of the living to be twisted and torn in filthy war. What right have you to defile those births? What right have you to devour that flesh? What right to spit on hope with the gory madness that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Chorus. You accuse us of disrespect for the dead, but it was you who slaughtered out of national pride. Just how much did you care? What respect did you have as you sent those bodies to their communal grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all, that once living flesh defiled in the hell that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. You use those deaths to achieve your ends still, using the corpses as a moral blackmail. You say "Think of what those young men gave" as you try to bind us in your living death, yet we do think of them, ice cold and silenced in the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered-it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

Our boys have returned as men, our men Our men have returned, amen The spoils of war, the hero, the lads Men pulled together for war Set out to fight for the great British flag That was waved by their thousands ashore Waving farewell, the girls 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, sexy Sue, saucy Jane The pin-up that's carried to battle The mascot that marks in every plane Every gun, markers of death Symbols of men In whose name we are slaughtered like cattle In every good war there's a nude on the wall To keep the men happy and straight A saucy ole joke lads, it's all harmless fun When we hit land, who shall we rape? Ah, the spoils of war, the kickers, the bras Momentos to give you support While the bombs drop around You fumble in dreams With blank eyes see the corpses you've fought. Our boys have gone away, our boys Our boys have gone away Our men have returned all tattered and burned Our men have returned, amen. The guns point their muzzles away to the land And below deck the men throw darts The nipples are bullseyes, the head counts for less And there's no points for hitting the heart. Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded girl can deny are there for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if you're married and already tied" But bare it all girls and have all the dreams Of dashing young soldiers so brave Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after For soon he will be in his grave Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty Are sinking away in the sea And they've missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties,' displayed in the Sun Page three The bodies of war, the pin-up, the corpse Flesh that is perfect and torn The breast that is curved, that is pink and seductive The breast that is ripped and laid bare The beckoning arms, the legs that are parted The welcoming look and the wink The arms that are shredded, the legs that are no more The face that is rotten and stinks The sickness of war, the men gone before Good luck and God speed you away The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare On the door, she will show you the way Our boys have gone away, our boys Our boys have gone away Our men have returned all tattered and burned Our men have returned, amen User, abuser, the conquering man Makes use of the spoils of war Confirming the glory, the woman is raped And the soldiers rename her as 'whore' Their bodes are torn and disfigured In their heads life is never the same From the wall Saucy Sal is still smiling As the nightmare is caught in his pain Her body still perfect and tempting Is blistered with blood of his tears His body confused and still frightened Turns from the truth that he fears His friends that were killed for the reason Of war that is fought over lies The pin-up remains ever after Immortal as all around dies. Our boys have returned as men, our men Our men have returned again Our men have returned all tattered And burned, our men have returned, amen.

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 vicious smile Dancing on the body pile Slipping your sly fingernails Impaling flesh on battlefields The decaying corpses help you up To your position at the top You shit-head slimy want it alls You bind the baby as it crawls And crush its head, the soft new scull Burst its brain and keep it dull. You own its mind, you murderous thief Grind it down with bloodied teeth And feed it up with national pride... Progress through self-sacrifice Not for themselves, but you, you scab You raid the bodies of the dead You shit-head slimy make it alls With dead meat dripping as you walk Don't talk of justice or respect You shit soaked armchair moralist... What right is yours that others' lives Are yours to smash and kill and bind? It's your security that they bleed for Your definitions that they die for You stack your dead heroes With no more thought Than some accountant at their work You shit-head slimy got it alls Crap-eyed ghosts where maggots crawl Tired old jerk-offs with your bodyguards Those muscle-pimps with forty-fives You gutless automatic butchers Bullet shitting dumbhead hookers It's your heartless failure they protect While you deny the shame of your neglect All you can see is your brutal success And damn the dead and fear the mess You shit-head gready have it alls You cheat and lie and jargonise That your success is also ours That which you take you take for us While your ambition scrapes the living dry And your solutions are archaic battlecries You dead meat eyesore death pushers Look elsewhere for your arselickers... The face that stares back from the mirror Reflects the reality of your horror So don't tell me you care, shithead You betray the dead as you curse life Eat your own shit leader of the nation Piss off to your Downing Street fortress Leave us out of your madness Buy your own vaseline, grease your own arse shit in your own back yard suck your own turds... THIS IS OUR WORLD

Gotcha, you Argie bastard, you fucking spik, you latin bender, you dago prick... Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, Our boys have got it right Right now, rule Brittania, Britain rules the waves, Britain never, never, never, will be slaves Gotcha, you Argie bastard, you dago gimp, you motherfucker, yougreasy pimp... Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha Our boys have got it right... Right now, God save her majesty, raise the Union Jack God save Margaret Thatcher, she'll claim our empire back Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now Right now, right now, right now, Thatcher's got it right... This is Thatcher's Britain built on national pride, built on national heritage And the bodies of those who died to wave the flag on the Falklands To protect us from the Irish hordes, to support the rich In their difficult task of protecting themselves from the poor Yes, this is Thatcher's Britain, so let's increase the strength of the police Let's expand the military. Let's all arm for peace Let's suppress all opposition, let's keep the people down Let's resurrect past histories for the glory of the crown Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now Right now, right now, right now, Thatcher's got it right Right now, God save Prince Charlie, God bless his wife, God bless theirfortune God bless their privileged life... Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha Our men have got it right Gotcha, you Argie bastard, you fucking arsehole, you bloody wog Right now, let's back Britain, let's tighten up it's laws Let's up and atom, let's rally to the cause... Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, Thacher's got it right Gotcha, you Argie bastards, you commie scum, you bloody scoundrel, you paki bum You thieving arab, you slit-eyed gook, you dirty browner, you pacifistpoof You senile cripple, you dirty whore, we'll get all the benders and manymore Intro: ATTENTION. Fuck American power. Fuck Russian power. Fuck British power. ATTENTION. These ignorant shits arm themselves for annihilation and call it world peace. Bollocks.

Pacified. Classified. Keep in line. You're doing fine. Lost your voice? There ain't no choice. Play the game. Silent and tame. Be the passive observer, sit back and look at the world they destroyed and the peace they took. Ask no questions, hear no lies and you'll be living in the comfort of a fool's paradise. You're already dead.... If you're the passive observer, here's a message for you... You're already dead. Afraid to do what you know you should do.. You're already dead. The world's at the edge of nuclear destruction, but you're too afraid to make the connection. You still believe the system's there for your protection... You're already dead. By letting it happen without a fight.You're already dead. With your endless debates about wrong and right... You're already dead. Nothing's going to change if you're not prepared to act, there's no point complaining after the fact, content to be a number, branded X and neatly packed... You're already dead. Four hundred thousand people marched for CND... They're already dead, unless they're willing to act on what they see. They're already dead. If each and every one of us was prepared to fight for more, to stand against the system that creates the need for war, the elite would have to run like it's never run before... They're already dead. We don't need organising or politicians being patronising. We don't need leadership, trendy lefties being hip. Don't need their condescension or their back to the roots pretension. We've heard it all before, politicans saying 'no more war,' pulling wool across our eyes. We don't need their dangerous lies. We won't accept capitulation, it's just manipulation. They want The smooth without the rough, but words and gestures aren't enough. We've got to learn to reject all leaders and the passive shit they feed us.They're already dead. If you think moderation's going to pave the way to peace... You're already dead. What good is moderation 'gainst the army and police? You're already dead. We're not promoting mindless violence, keep that for the fools, we're simply saying be prepared to break their laws and rules, let them know the bigger they come, the harder they will fall... They're already dead. If they're going to play it dirty, so are we... They're already dead. They can keep their lies about the land of the free.They're already dead. We've allowed them too often to use their iron fist, but there's one little detail they appear to have missed... You don't have to be PASSIVE just because you're a PACIFIST... They're already dead. They'll try to sell their system like it's some kind of age-old wisdom, but we've been had like that before. It's just the rich exploiting the poor. Well here's an honest confession, we think it's time they learnt a lesson. They've tried to hold the people down, but we've simply gone underground, moving in the darkness looking for the light, looking for a future and ready to fight. Looking for the freedom that's been denied, fast to attack and fast to hide. In a world where the people can't make it. They've simply got to learn to break it and if the wealthy aren't prepared to shake it.OK, we'll simply have to take it... You're already dead.

ATTENTION. Piss to the parties, the politicians The pratt-stud men and their slaughter games ATTENTION. Reagan. Thatcher. Andrapov. You stink and kill this earth for your powerful silk-purse morality ATTENTION. These rulers are already dead, murdered by their own greed and the world pays homage. SHIT ATTENTION. It's fucking stupid to let so few run our lives into death. Don't let them do it ATTENTION. Why the fuck do we allow this world to slowly die from self-inflicted wounds? Tell me ATTENTION. Cruise missiles are at your door Safely delivered for Christmas. Hooray ATTENTION. Big shit Heseltine assures us he will Shoot anyone to protect them. Who's fucking mad then? ATTENTION. In every country on the streets the police and army protect the stage that's set for the holocaust ATTENTION. Trapped in their camp of concentrated filth they expect us not to cut our way out. Scum ATTENTION. We refuse to take a bit part in their pathetic Hollywood nightmare, our reality ATTENTION. Stand up and fight. Choose life or destruction, love or hate. You cannot have both and survive. Go forward. Get out on the streets. Down the sewers. Snap the rules. Creep through the net. Fuck their diseased system. The words are no longer enough. The information has been given. The lies have been exposed. Choose your path. It's time to fucking act. No time to be nice. It's time to fucking act.

They won't fucking listen. We know our enemy they're hiding underground. They want us to live and die in the shit they leave around What can we do? What can we say? We're not dead yet, to show we're alive? The government says 'shove it' and 'don't get in the way.' But we're sliding down corpses on a world nose-dive People here cling tightly to their fear and their fun, the dead are abroad, so our streets are clean, even those who know, hide in Sounds and Sun. What will it take to stop the machine? It's only when we're serious and start to make a fuss that the smug politicians show their real face. It's the copper and the squaddy who were once one of us, now trained to do the dirty work and know their place If they won't listen either, what can we do? They're people. Yes. But only people oppress If we can't go round them, we'll have to go through. If it rains and there's no shelter we must work in the mess. They say they're only trying to uphold the law and if they were off duty we could talks some more. OK, they're individuals but when they're in a mob, they're under orders it's a dirty job. The plods are taught to go for your neck or bust your nose running their gauntlet. P.C. Punishment on the spot, take the law into their own hands and fuck us lot If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught, don't expect help, so don't get caught They try so very hard to seem reasonable and Straight and asked you twice to co-operate 'You have every right to protest like anyone these days, but keep to the footpath and out the fucking way, see? The commie-anar-fems are at it again annoying the police and the passive 'grass roots' We're living in a country where the army shoots People with courage dumped and stranded Don'ts and won'ts look on empty-handed If you fuck up the state, don't be a star, they're stuck if they don't know who your are If we choose to leave............................ To stand up for the good of all and make demands for peace will bring us hard and sharp against the army and police. Well, they're the poor too, just like us, maybe it's too late. The rich are in their bunker, the poor are at the gate. Use our head to avoid confrontation, our love to avoid exploitation If the uniforms choose to stay, they'll have to learn to get out the fucking way. If we choose to leave the paths that we've been taught, we cease to be the seeker, we become the sought.

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. Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer, While three-quarters of the world starves. What do you care? The glitter continuing to glitter The tinsel showers and Tinkerbell Waves the magic wand. Sell sell buy buy. You know the name of the game..... All right Jack sitting on the fence They sit on the fence Real people stand against and say They have the best intention Just a rip-off trick it's always hip To keep in with dissension And if an arms dealer is the record boss The record labels can run 'em at a loss It's money well spent to control the dross What they don't break gets bent..... John All right Jill sitting on the fence The people are fooled by the parasites Who mindlessly entertain And take rich pickins From the bombed out crowds Who've paid to bury their pain While the clowns in the pantomime Don't give a toss and sing about fucks And fads and loss Sliding around in a genital froth Our world slips down the drain That's really really wonderful Well off the wall That's really really marvellous Sitting on the fence Really terrific well out to lunch That really is a buzz sitting on the fence Preening and posing in a life of pretence In a cynical mockery of caring Well you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit If that's their idea of sharing Yeah peace is in so dump an old track Buy a little cred with the Greenham pack The biz is keen to kill or catch As the people cream they're cheering All right Jack. All right Jill The pen is mighty and looks can kill All right Jack. All right Jill In one hand a gift in the other a bill We've seen their best and we're not impressed So let's get priorities straight A hamper from Harrods and the patronising gestures Ain't gonna change the state While the people who care are prepared to act The pantomime clowns keep the system intact Shamming a commitment they so obviously lack The love they sing is hate..... fakes All right Jack shit on the fence All right Jill shit on the fence But the fence the fence is owned by America Sit on the fence owned by America They make no pretence it's owned by America Jack and Jill on the fence it's owned by America On their side American troopers and bombs On our side the trash and consumer cons We've been occupied, culture smashed and betrayed But the spirit is untouched..... look out... Smash the Mac smash the Mac Smash the Mac smash the big Mac Bronco burgers burnt out brain Sterile fat deadly rain Chemical colours Kentucky creams Cut your teeth on American... dreams Stickin chicken American grains Licking shittin American reigns Kiddies fit in American trains Bombs tick in American... Planes Smash the Mac You're on your back Smash the Mac til it won't come back American tourist American free Two week tour in misery A good museum but a stinking home The natives hang on the rotten backbone America owns America wins Comes in packets bottles tins Blinds our eyes fills our ears It's been our soul for twenty... years Smash the Mac American tack Smash the Mac smash the big Mac Smash the Mac make it crack Smash the Mac smash the big Mac We stand among your war machines Looking for the light Squaddies grunts and filth sip pepsi- cola wait to fight... The bricks of our world That you cover in plastic Will sail through your plate-glass windows E.T. go home... E.T. go home... Mickey Mouse fuck off.