Mother-earth Lyrics - Stations Of The Crass - Crass

Mother? Mother? Mother? 

Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is that you? 

She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? 

It's Myra Hindley on the cover 

Your very own sweet anti-mother 

There she is, on the pages of The Star 

Ain't that just the place you wish you were? 

Let her rot in hell, is what you said 

Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her dead 

Let her out but don't forget to tell you where she is 

The chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss 

Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave 

You just can't wait to piss on her grave 

You pretend that you're horrified 

Make out that you care 

But really you wish that you had been there 

You say you can't bear the thought of what she did 

But you'd do it to her, you'd see her dead 

Tell me, what is the difference between her and you 

You say that you would kill her 

Well, what else would you do? 

Don't you see that the violence has no end? 

Isn't limited by rules? 

Don't you see as angels preaching 

You're nothing but the fools 

Fools step in where angels fear to tread 

You see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead 

Chorus 

The single mug shot from the past 

Ensures your fantasy can last and last 

It gives you the chance to air your hate 

Because she got there first, you were too late 

Hindley's crime was to do what others think 

Took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink 

Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love 

Would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd never get enough 

So you keep the story alive, so you can make yourselves believe 

That you are so much better than her 

But you aren't, that's YOUR GUILT laying there. 

Chorus