Time Out Lyrics - Stations Of The Crass - Crass

They're using skateboards as spastic chairs 

For the legless fuckers who fought your affairs 

They're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile 

Keep the bleeders early in rank and file 

They're giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap 

Around the doggies' meat can full of fucking crap 

They're making little dollies, they tell you "it's a boy" 

Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy 

They're making plastic families, all neighbourly folk 

So she can dress and wash them, what a fucking joke 

Teaching little johnny to shoot a gun 

"A terrific way", say father, "to get to know your son" 

Spare parts, body parts, I'm somebody 

Ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy? 

Signs in the food stores, advertising meat 

Beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week 

They're telling you you like it, you're saying that you do 

They don't have to force it and tell you how to chew 

You swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak 

Sitting there quietly up they creep 

You think you're fucking different, you think it's you and them 

If they asked you a question, you'd ask them when 

You think you're hard done by, but you just want the same 

Chicken thighs, human thighs, it's all the same old game 

Well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime 

Tight little egos asking for the time 

Well I ain't got it, you can sit in your pit 

Middle class, working class, it's all a load of shit