Crutch Of Society Lyrics - Stations Of The Crass - Crass

Don't want to bury my head in the crutch of society 

Perverted parent that takes my energy 

Sucking me dry with your morals, your threats 

Christ, your queen, your politics 

Fucking hypersensitive, super realist humanity 

I'm one of your super hybred community 

Commutes the arsehole of the economy 

Watch out, watch out, it's all about 

Reversion's setting in, and I can see you 

Staring at me with your seizured brain 

Trying to put me down the drain again 

Well you're too smart, right from the start 

I learned it well that the truth will tell 

And you're done for, it's what the son's for 

It's what the gun's for, it's what I've come for 

You better run bore, you better run bore (x4)