Upright Citizen Lyrics - Stations Of The Crass - Crass

You have this life, what for? Tell me 

Spend it on shit, your ignorance appals me 

You serve me your morals, changed for a fiver 

Upright citizen, Penthouse subscriber 

You won't print the word, but you'll beat up the wife 

In your ignorant, arrogant, terminal life 

You have this life, you deprive me of mine 

With your twisted, imbalanced idea of sin 

That revolves around money; how much are you bought for? 

A tenner, a fiver, is that what you're caught for? 

I'm sick of your pride, you think you can rule me 

With crappy judgement from your respectable majority 

Majority of what? You self oppressed idiot 

I'm not going to carry you, I'm no compatriot 

How many times do I excuse and forgive 

The damage inflicted by the way that you live? 

I hold my vision against your oppression 

Your final defence, your only possession 

I'll show you the blood, but you'll still point the gun 

If the money's enough, or can you show you're a man? 

To your submissive wife, desperate whore 

Home loving, mothering, stifling bore 

You have this life, you twist and abuse it 

Morals and money and media controls it 

Can't you see the dead children, blood in the street? 

Every fist that you raise is a corpse at your feet 

Every time you are bought, I don't care the amount 

You are the rapist, dealing in death count 

And you do this with mercenary morals, you shit 

Oh, you've been told about dignity down in the pit 

Respectable working man, honourable wife? 

A waste of energy and an insult to life