CRUTCH OF SOCIETY Crass

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 politics fucking hypersensitive, super

REJECT Crass

if you were fucked up just like me a reject of society they say i dig a hole and jump right in well i don't give a shit about anything i don't comply to their silly rules all they are is hypocritical fools

POISON IN A PRETTY PILL Crass

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 womanhood of smooth and tampered whores let me warn

BEG YOUR PARDON Crass

sound and sight of an answer to the what, where or how we're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell dreaming of a world without war forced to live on the boundaries of hell like no-one's ever

ASYLUM Crass

shit he forgives he hangs in crucified delight nailed to the extent of his vision his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin he would nail my body upon his cross suicide visionary, death reveller rake

MAJOR GENERAL DESPAIR Crass

just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery so much money spent on war when three quarters of the world is so helplessly poor major general despair sits at his desk, planning a new mode of attack he's quite

WHAT THE FUCK? Crass

Your war and raving of it is so total You're consumed by it as you'd consume us Would you see the fire from your sanctuary of death?

TIRED Crass

i'm tired of adrenalin soaked fools tired of idiots playing with the rules know it's not a thing that a man would do but you get the same rush by jumping a bus queue tired of bully boys looking for a fight

END RESULT Crass

i am product, i am a symbol of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games i'm a glossy package on the supermarket shelf my contents aren't fit for human consumption i could tragically injure your perfect

DO THEY OWE US A LIVING? Crass

fuck the politically minded here's something i want to say about the state of the nation the way it treats us today at school they give you shit drop you in the pit you try and try and try to get out

WHITE PUNKS ON HOPE Crass

they said that we were trash well the name is crass not clash they can stuff their punk credentials cause it's them that take the cash they won't change nothing with their fashionable talk their rar

REALITY WHITEWASH Crass

expert in delusion, an artist in disguise she's not content with what she is, but she does the best she can doesn't do it for herself, she does it for her man and meanwhile he's out hunting, this master of

RIVAL TRIBAL REBEL REVELS (PART 2) Crass

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 my fault i like cracking bones, gives me a funny

NINETEEN EIGHTY BORE Crass

another plastic bullet stuns another irish child but no-one's really bothered, no, the telly keeps them mild they've lost all sense of feeling to the every hungry glow drained of any substance by the vicious

BUMHOOLER Crass

it we had the early warning, we can sit and observe it sliding down guidelines, cradle to the grave all the willing saviours see that we behave everybody knows they're there, see them all around lots of

SYSTEMATIC DEATH Crass

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

BANNED FROM THE ROXY Crass

fuck 'em, chosen to make my stand against what i feel is wrong with this land just sit there on their overfed arses feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes keep their fucking power cos their finger's

SECURICOR Crass

alsation he'll re-arrange you with no provocation and i'm the bugger who has got the lead and you'll have to be bright if you want to get at me securicor cares, securicor cares securicor scares the shit out of

WOMEN Crass

with our isolation fuck is womens money we pay with our bodies there is no purity in motherhood, no beauty just bribery, it's all the fucking same we are all slaves to sexual histories our awareness of

HURRY UP GARRY (the parsons farted) Crass

don't like the music, don't like the words don't like the sentiments well keep it for the birds and bees, boys, bastards yes that's right, i stepped out of line what do you want? what do you want?

MOTHER-EARTH Crass

it's myra hindley on the cover your very own sweet anti-mother there she is, on the pages of the star ain't that just the place you wish you were?

YOU CAN BE WHO? Crass

chorus: don't want a life of lies and pretence don't want to play at attack and defense just want my own life, i want to be free so you can be you, and i can be me respectable businessman smart and secure

YOU PAY Crass

for law paying for their order, paying for their murder paying for your ticket to watch the farce knowing you've made your contribution to the systems fucked solution to political pollution no chance of

Crutch matchbox twenty

i don't want to be the crutch one step away from down i don't want to be the crutch one step away from...

Crutch matchbox twenty

i don't want to be the crutch one step away from down i don't want to be the crutch one step away from...

Crutch matchbox twenty

I don't want to be the crutch one step away from down I don't want to ve the crutch one step away from man I feel like hell so come on over be a love machine and I could bo your friend ain't

PUNK IS DEAD Crass

clash ain't for revolution, it's just for cash punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be ain't got a thing to do with your or me movements are systems and systems kill movements are expressions of

GENERAL BACARDI Crass

like it's processed food talk anarchy from music hall stages look for change in colour supplement pages they think that by talking from some distant tower they something might change in the structure of

Crutch Matchbox 20

Crutch I don't want to be the crutch One step away from down I don't want to be the crutch One step away from...

DRY WEATHER Crass

oh yes, that is yours and this is mine as long as the balance is out, that's fine i don't define the terms of the oppression do you awake to that dull and grey depression?

SO WHAT Crass

the people i despise twist my arm and make me work i'm no deaf, dumb, fucking jerk i'm no spastic lying in the street i'm no superstar elite i'm just a person, human being no you're not you're a part of

FUN GOING ON Crass

to the shit well it's just bad rock and roll chivvied up a bit someone's looking after it, there's time for a laugh but you're leading yourself up another garden path a million people are sitting out of

DEADHEAD Crass

revolution could deal with anything so sad it's all set up so you can't do it not let up so you don't make it all arranged so you can't have it all enclosed so you won't take it set in little pockets of

ANGELS Crass

coronation street is on twice a week grey puke, fucking shit the army say they seek peace in ireland and they'll see to it the army are on the news report real war. bullets. death they're beating fuck out of

MOTHER LOVE Crass

chorus: mummy and daddy owned me till i could understand at the end of my arm was my own fucking hand in my head i had a brain that they filled up with lies i didn't fucking need them with their love

Crutch Theory Of A Deadman

Misery loves company and here you stand in front of me. Just please don't ask me to stay So, who do you trust? Now that you need me to get through the day I'm asking too much.

SYSTEM Crass

jumping up and down to a bunch of tools the organisation treat us like fools they can't help it, they didn't make the rules it's just the system again, bollocks bind us round with ignorance fit us up with

WHAT A SHAME Crass

doesn't take much to bring you down there are plenty of people standing round wait till you slacken off just a bit then they fill you up with passive bullshit it's too good. it can't last. what a shame

HEARD TOO MUCH ABOUT Crass

poor against the racialist elite a million people in factory and office aware there's something missing, but living with their losses there's no fight to get where they'd rather be only the accepting of

SUCKS Crass

do you really believe in buddha? buddha sucks do you really believe in jesus? jesus fucks chorus: is it alright really? it is alright really? is it working? do you really believe in marx? marx fuc...

FIGHT WAR, NOT WARS Crass

fight war, not wars (x 8)

DARLING Crass

they sell us love as divinity when it's only a social obscenity underneath they're all lovable chorus: hello hero, hero hello. hello hero, hello hello. hello hero, hero hello. hello hero, hero hel...

Crutch Buffalo Tom

"Leaving She came along She came a long way to see me She came across snowy fields Baby I've almost grown somehow I'm in between the coasts, but my mind My mind must be back in Boston And you're a...

The Crutch Billy Talent

I should have turned and walked away But I got tangled in your chains A trail of dead for all to see You shut the cage and stole the key Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say

The Crutch Gil Scott-Heron

His eyes half closed revealed his world of nod A world of lonely men and no love, no god His life of seeming nonchalance can't hide The pain and fear that in his mind reside From dawn til dawn his body

Answer To No One No Innocent Victim

The only reason why You're sucked into the lie Because you don't want to see Accountablility Just live your life The only way you find A somewhat peace of mind Blame your anxiety On society It's not your

Flatley's Crutch The Mayfield Four

Wide awake it's six a.m And you've got heavy eyes From heavy burdens Of a loss so loud You never sleep And you ask the gods For their mercy Let it go, let it fade Cause you're stronger now That

Bleak Soulfly

Maggots crawling, posers falling Suffocating in garbage So much trash in excess Feed your ego up your ass On your knees, blood sucking pigs Die of your own disease Worms and ashes, feed the masses Up your

Society Eddie Vedder

hmmm ooh hooo hooo It\'s a mistery to me we have a greed with which we have agreed You think you have to want more than you need until you have it all you won\'t be free society, you\'re a

Society Pennywise

Society [top | prev. | next] society We all Know There's something Wrong and We know it all along sincerity You may Think There's No one else till They put You on a Shelf Society pay your taxes Stand