Systematic Death Lyrics - 12 Crass Songs - Jeffrey Lewis

System, system, system - death in life 

System, system, system - the surgeons knife 

System, system, system - hacking at the cord 

System, system, system - a child is born 

Poor little fucker, poor little kid 

Never asked for life, no she never did 

Poor little baby, poor little mite 

Crying out for food as her parents fight (x2) 

par 

System, system, system - send him to school 

System, system, system - force him to crawl 

System, system, system - teach him how to cheat 

System, system, system - kick him off his feet 

Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad 

They'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad 

Poor little kiddy, poor little chap 

They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap 

Force feed his mind with their useless crap 

System, system, system - they'll teach her how to cook 

System, system, system - they'll teach her how to look 

System, system, system - they'll teach her all the tricks 

System, system, system - create another victim for their 

greasy pricks 

Poor little girly, poor little wench 

Another little object to prod and pinch 

Poor little sweety, poor little filly 

They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly 

Fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly 

System, system, system - he's grown to be a man 

System, system, system - He's been taught to fit the plan 

System, system, system - forty years of jobs 

System, system, system - Pushing little buttons, 

pulling little knobs 

Poor fucking worker, poor little serf 

Working like a mule for half of what he's worth 

Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent 

Working for the cash that he's already spent (x2) 

He'll selling his life, she's his loyal wife 

Timid as a mouse, she's got her little house 

He's got his little car and they share the cocktail bar 

She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals 

Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait 

But she doesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime 

He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day 

Cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts 

They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break 

Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford 

She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car 

They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show 

He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk 

He'd much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay 

He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead 

She's tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice 

System, system, system - deprived of any hope 

System, system, system - taught they couldn't cope 

System, system, system - slaves right from the start 

System, system, system - til death do them part 

Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair 

Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care 

Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks 

Victims of the system and its cruel jokes (x2) 

The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home 

They'd almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb