Crass Lyrics
Crass Lyrics
"Bumhooler Lyrics"
Dead Man Walking Lyrics
You can see me pacing My heart is racing Walking in the rain See the fire is burning See my head is turning Driving me insane Feel my fists are tightening Feel my teeth are grinding Eating up my brain Feel the fever rising See my soul is fighting Fire in my veins
You can see me pacing My heart is racing Walking in the rain See the fire is burning See my head is turning Driving me insane Feel my fists are tightening Feel my teeth are grinding Eating up my brain Feel the fever rising See my soul is fighting Fire in my veins
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
Racing In The Street Lyrics
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch And he rides with me from town to town We only run for the money got no s
n who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain.I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch And he rides with me from town to town We only run for the money got no s
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
Every Day I Love You Less and Less Lyrics
Every day I love you less and less, It's clear to see that you've become obsessed, I've got to get this message to the press, That every day I love you less and less. And every day I love you less and less, I've got to get this feeling off my chest, The doctor says all I need's pil
eople without their rationale,Every day I love you less and less, It's clear to see that you've become obsessed, I've got to get this message to the press, That every day I love you less and less. And every day I love you less and less, I've got to get this feeling off my chest, The doctor says all I need's pil
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
There Ain't Nothin' Wrong With The Radio Lyrics
(Aaron Tippin/Buddy Brock) Sometimes she runs, sometimes she don't More than once she's left me on the side of the road The older she gets the slower we go But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires She's ridin' me around on four bald t
y'll try and preserve it.(Aaron Tippin/Buddy Brock) Sometimes she runs, sometimes she don't More than once she's left me on the side of the road The older she gets the slower we go But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires She's ridin' me around on four bald t
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 ...