"Big A Little A". by Crass originally recorded. in 1980.. Big A little A bouncing B. The sytem might have got you but it won't get me. 1 2 3 4. Chorus:.
Berkertex bride or 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.
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 ain't much left of it now.
I've got 54321. I've got a red pair of high-heels on. Tumble me over, it doesn't take much. Tumble me over, tumble me, push. In my red high-heels I've no control.
Banned from the Roxy...Ok. I never much liked playing there anyway. Said they only wanted well behaved boys. Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys?.
She took off, running down that shady road. She led me to that place where the sweet blossom grows. She held my hand and now I understand. Why it came this way.
Take that back or I'll mess you up. . I've had it up to here. . Get back in your car and drive. . And put it in high gear. . Cause now you're gone,. .
The rain on the ground. The empty town. Nothing is left in the lost and found. Hot sun, buzzin' flies. Hurtin' head, squinty eyes. Look at me and how I've done.
Her hair is harlowe gold. Her lips, sweet surprise. Her hands are never cold. She's got bette davis eyes. . She'll turn her music on you. You won't have to think twice.
Oh baby baby. Oh baby baby. . Oh baby baby. How was I supposed to know. That something wasn't right here?. Oh baby baby. I shouldn't have let you go. And now you're out of sight, yeah.
outside encircling walls we stand. our liberation stories only we will retell. the voice which will sing our song. belongs to us alone. once they forced us out but.
Rockets hit the station, fire set ablaze,. death and mutilation in the haze.. Where mercy takes a holiday, hatred wears a crown.. The undertaker's king in Ulster Town..
human commercials for billboard justice. hand in hand with the merchants of lust. ingraining us since birth with a fasion of rejection. what does this perfection have to do with us?.
I think I need a friend. Just a friend to hold. What a dream I had, oh. You were still around, saying:. . "Don't stop.. We're living it fast.. Feet on a one way street..
Man, I've been workin too hard. Ten hour days and I'm tired. Damn this knuckle busted',. back breakin', no paying job. Know where I'm goin from here. Hot headed women, cold beer.
Late at night, all alone in the bathroom. You're freaking out. 'Cause you just can't control everything. That happens around you. . Set in stone with no proof of validity.
When Bonnie commanded his armies to stand. he levelled his cannon all over the land. he levelled his cannon his victory to gain. and slew my light horseman on the way comin' hame..
Churches falling. Angels scowl. Crusaders in a foreign land. Gargoyles cry. The old priest lied. Cathedrals in the sand. Too brave to live. Too young to die.
the chimney smoking causes you to need a drink worse than ever. sick to death of all the twelve step songs. the mighty bull tied up in the bullpen. meant to stay through the whole night long.
Fraying of threads reminds how memory fades. Terrible how predictable the monkeys we became. Things we forget then learn again each day. write it sing it paint it so that no can take it away from you.