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
Yes that's right, punk is dead It's just another cheap product for the consumers head Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors Schoolboy sedition backed
I've seen it all before, revolution at my back door Well, whose to say it won't happen all again 'Cos the General's sip Bacardi While the privates feel
I'm a private in a private army etc.. I am a working for Securicor Take the money and come back for more I want to do it cause I know I should For the
System, system, system - death in life System, system, system - the surgeons knife System, system, system - hacking at the cord System, system, system
Is there anyone prepared to tell me why? Tell me why I'm being sucked dry? Oh yes, that is yours and this is mine As long as the balance is out, that'
(chorus) What now? Now you would destroy the earth Dry, the river beds What now? Now in your control, birth and death Dry, the bodies, incandescent
Berkertex bride or Berkertex bribe? The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating The object unsoiled
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