Is there anyone prepared to tell me why?. Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?. Oh yes, that is yours and this is mine. As long as the balance is out, that's fine.
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.
They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,. They won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen, they won't fucking listen,.
"Do They Owe Us a Living". by Crass (c) 1977. Fuck the politically minded. Here's something I want to say. About the state of the nation. The way it treats us todayAt school they give you shit.
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?.
Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives. Endless cars on endless roadways endless shopfronts with endless lies. Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad.
They sell us love as divinity. When it's only a social obscenity. Underneath they're all lovable. Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello..
I'm not trying to forget you. I just thought that I'd let you know. It's all explained in this letter. That you left on your bathroom floor. . And I will remember.
I can't sleep tonight,. Smell of cigarettes on your sheets.. Why won't you just. Get the hell out of my dreams?. I've been locked down so long. And I've been driving on this road for days..
I will sing an endless song in glory. And I will choose to bow before the King. Lord you are the one who wrote my story. And the reason why I love to sing.
I paint a dream so vain. About you in my mind. It's everything I feel. The freedom I need to find. I'll give you all my hope. Your beauty is fair. You're the one I'm longing for.
The future ain't so pretty. When you're looking through. The rearview mirror.. 'Cause history seems to repeat itself,. And our sins start to reappear..
She's breaking up, she's falling down. She's holding her fists up now. Her eyes meet my face but we don't look the same. . She walks away on bloody knees.
Memory conveys that you were something to be. When you weren't held captive in an aged body. You had a family that needed you and job security. You had everything a man could ever need.
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,. To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers;. And now comes in the happy hours,. To wander wi' my Davie.. . Meet me on the warlock knowe,.
whats your choice and whats your reason?. whats your neverending question why?. whats your name and whats your number?. (you know your name, know your number).
as always i can't find sleep. watching t.v.. pretend to read. noone can help me anymore. i couldn't listen, cause i'm bored. . unpossible to shut the eyes.
Okay one, two, three, two, two. . Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice. She's not a lady doctor at all. She's got hands like a man with hair on the back.
Now here I am, the youngest old man in the world. And I have come to bring you my burden. Of every sleepless night without you in my arms. Of being bored and calm and sometimes sober.
We went down to the old part of town. By the stinking canal and the cotton mill. Under a ghetto palm with her bicycle shorts on. With a gesture she said to me.