Chorus: Cause a disturbance, don't let this slide by Do you want to end up a McDonalds french fry? Atomic power, atomic power, death
Not for me the factory floor Sweeping up from nine to four Not for me the silly rat race Don't see the point in anycase People ask me why I say what I
Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un, cop an eyeful of this muscular arm Being tough 'n' rough is my kind of fun but, of course I never do no harm Ain't
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
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
The train now standing on platform four What will you do when the gas taps turn? Where will you be when the bodies burn? Will you just watch as the cattle
Banned from the Roxy...Ok I never much liked playing there anyway Said they only wanted well behaved boys Do they think guitars and microphones are just
"Do They Owe Us a Living" by Crass (c) 1977 Fuck the politically minded Here's something I want to say About the state of the nation The way it treats
What do you want? What do you want? I'm tired of adrenalin soaked fools Tired of idiots playing with the rules Know it's not a thing that a man would
I've got 54321 I've got a red pair of high-heels on Tumble me over, it doesn't take much Tumble me over, tumble me, push In my red high-heels I've no
The true romance is the ideal repression That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets That you find in the magazines, the cinema
I am a product, I am a symbol of endless Hopeless, fruitless, aimless games I'm a glossy packages on the supermarket shelf My contents aren't fit for
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 tactile eyes running over glossy paper Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze They say "forget yourself, adorn with this disguise" This
This country tell us that we're down and out Got you thinking that we're through Got to suffer to get us moving Say it's up to me and you Well, look around
Out of the chaos we divide Fucked up, muddled up looking for a side Stay on the outside, don't go in Don't think that you can do it, If you sell out they
Tiring moments, fucked up minds Empty faces, eyes that are blind Flick through the papers, car crash death Vacant pages offer no breath Of hope, future
Industry on the mercenary bloodpath Military loves the gory warbath Economics shape the battle landscape All join together for the grand rape Moral intentions