Bullshit Crass
Fight Crass not punk
Fight Crass not punk
Fight Crass not punk
Fight Crass not punk
Anarchy and peace promote the crass
it ain't for freedom it's just for cash
they don't mean what they say
What they preach there is no way
Bullshit Crass you've been detected
Duties have your shit rejected
Bullshit Crass You've been detected
Bullshit Crass You've been detected
we'll free the punks that you've injected
Bullshit Crass You've been detected
Crass were first to say punk is dead
Now they're rightly labelled as being red
Commune Hippies That's what they are
They've got no money Ha! Ha! Ha!
Too Much Talking
Why do you blame youth for what's happening today
Who got us in this mess anyway
Does it make you feel better to pass the blame
Of course it does because your all the same
Too much talking to get no results
Too much talking always looking for faults
Too much talking that's what you do
And that's why we've got no faith in you
What do you expect when you give us nothing
We've got no incentive for whatever we're doing
You won't even listen to what we're trying to say
Instead you give more orders because that's your only way
Government Policies
Cheap labour in disguise
Youth opportunities, government lies
Keeps young kids off the dole
Future sealed or so they're told
Government policies cause of recession
Government policies too much aggression
Government policies working class enemy
Government policies a change there's gotta be
Time was when work was there
For old and young alike to share
Now Maggie's in and things are bad
Three million tells a story sad
Britain In '81
Look out of your window in the middle of the night
But don't go outside or you'll die of fright
Make sure to stay inside when it's dark
Don't risk the price of a nasty scar
This is Britain in '81
Eight year old kid from a broken home
He never knew his father, his mother's on the dole
What kind of future has society for him
He'll rebel against the system like another victim
Black man, white man out of work
They can't live together, treat each other like dirt
Foreign propaganda say's we're in a state
I hope they drop the bomb before it's too late
Colchester Council
Nothing for young people in Colchester
There's nothing for them to do
So don't blame the kids for everything
'Cos a lot of it's down to you
Colchester Council full of shit (3x)
The Council Committees in Colchester
Are not interested in youth
They too busy thinking about what's in it for them
They don't give two fucks about you
They know there's no jobs in Colchester
But they won't start to fret
Until they find themselves out of work
They don't care about what you get
Rise and Fight
We're told to shut up, sit down and obey
To them it is the only way
We're nothing at all that's what they think
A revolution is on the brink
Our time will come and soon they'll see
In the papers and on TV
The kids of today just won't allow
What's going on so change things now
And rise and fight for what is right
Violent Youth
You go town on a Saturday night
You just ain't happy till you've been in a fight
You have too many, get out of your head
You don't know why but you wanna see red
Violent Youth
Who you looking at that's my bird
How many times has that been heard
Excuse for trouble, excuse for a fight
Happens all the time, every night
Distorted Truth
We're told what's going on in a roundabout way
We take in everything they have to say
We've got to believe 'cos there's less complications
Knowing what's wrong so we can accept dictations
Distorted truth on the TV
It's for the good of you and me
Distorted truth turn a blind eye
On what you believe , it's do and don't die
Do you believe what you read in the papers
Journalistic distortions and evil red papers
No place for us in this dishonest system
Do what we're told ,don't have to listen
It Ain't Our Fault
It ain't our fault so don't blame us
There's nothing to do so what's all the fuss
We've got no money, we've got no say
The lack of choice keeps us at bay
It ain't our fault
So you've heard it all before well I don't care
I'll keep on shouting till you swear
That one day soon there'll be a change
It ain't much to ask so open the cage
A town so big with nothing to do
Full of young people in a queue
To nowhere, Boredom, nothing at all
Not even a home town music hall
Depression
Sitting at home with nothing to do
Feeling part of a human zoo
Got no future,nothing for me
I wanna go out but I ain't got no money
Depression! it's all around me
I'm in the pub with a beer
Closing time is getting near
Nothing to do at closing time
Is having fun some kind of crime
There'll Be No Tomorrow
There'll be no tommorrow
That's what the newsflash said
Cancel all your orders
'Cos tommorrow you'll be dead
There's no point in running
Your time has come you know
Man's become too clever
So now we'll have to go
Computerised man behind a closed door
Flicks a switch, starts a war
Shouts "Red Alert" can be heard in every town
Behind that closed door that man begins to frown
Violent Society
Don't wanna be a part of society
Don't wanna waste my life away
I don't need no learned politics
'Cos I live from day to day...in a
Violent Society
Is this the way it's meant to be
Violent Society
A brighter future I can't see
I'm told I shouldn't shout my mouth off
I'm told to watch just what I say
But what kind of life is this I sak
If I can't live it my own way...in a
CND (Campaign For Nuclear Destruction)
What's the point of marching for the CND
If Russia drops the bomb it won't save me
I don't wanna die but can't you see
If there's gonna be a war then let it be
If there's gonna be a war your views won't count
So what's the point of marching if what you say just don't count
The politicians and leaders will be the first to know
While we'll be queuing for a nuclear death row
CND it don't fool me
I don't wanna live in a weak country
CND don't fool me
I don't wanna fight for a weak coutry
They don't care about me
Five days a week in a factory
I can't take anymore it just ain't me
They say I'm lucky 'cos I've got a job
But I'm no better than the dole queue mob
And still they don't care about me
Yet I'm not earning no free money
And I don't get no press sympathy
But I won't take no charity
I go to bed late every night
I have to get up early it just ain't right
I've gotta be at work by 8am
For another eight hours of us and them
Delayed Reaction
Should have been there before the war
250 killed but they don't know what for
A great British victory yes I agree
But what a price to pay, oh can't you see
Oh, Oh, Oh, delayed Reaction
Oh, Oh, Oh, all talk no action
Visions of 1939
Under the rule of the Argentine
Falkland Islanders held in fear
The fascist threat was alway near
Rondolet Control
Getting left behind but they can't see
All they want is money
They don't tell us what's going on
We're know we're making them a fucking bomb
Rondolet control, Rondolet control
Pick up 'Sounds' what do I see
Badges and T-shirts of Special Duties
Do you think we had a say
No no no no no no way
You're doing yourself no good
I WANNA HAVE A CHANCE TO GO WHERE I WANT
WITH NO FEAR IN THE BACK OF MY MIND
I WANNA HAVE THE CHANCE TO GO OUT ALONE
BUT MY FATE'S ALREADY SIGNED
YOU'RE DOING YOURSELF NO GOOD
YOU'RE FIGHTING YOUR FELLOW MAN
I WANNA BE ABLE TO DO WHAT I WANT
WITH NO LAWS TO SAY I CAN'T DO
I WANNA BE ME AND NO ONE ELSE
I WON'T BE NOBODY'S FOOL
Punk Rocker
Johnny is a punk He dont know whats right
He's gonna go out on the town tonight
Down his local fora couple of pints
And then on to the Marquee for the rest of the night
Oh Oh Oh Oh Punk Rocker
Johnny is the smartest punk in town
Nobody's gonna put him down
He checks himself, yeah he looks just right
He's gonna go out on the town tonight
He'll stand there watching his favourite band
A pint of Lager in his hand
But he wont dance away the night
'Cos Johnny like to stay looking just right
Shadow
SHADOW SHADOW SHADOW SHADOW SHADOW SHADOW SHADOW
MY HEART’S IN THE SHADOW
HIS HEART’S IN THE SHADOW
MY HEART’S IN THE SHADOW
HIS HEART’S IN THE SHADOW….GO GO (OH NO) (OH WELL)
I HEARD YOU GOT A NEW BOY, HE’S GOT MORE THAN ME
HE’S LOTS OF FUN TO HAVE AROUND, HE’S GOT LOTS OF MONEY
LAST NIGHT I SAW YOU DANCING, I HAD TO WATCH YOU ALL THE WHILE
HE WHISPERED SOMETHING IN YOUR EAR, YOU BOTH SAW ME AND SMILED
JENNY SAID SHE’D LEND ME A GUN,
SHE KNOWS I’M NOT WELL
THEN I’LL SHOOT THAT BOY IN THE LEGS,
WHEN HE COMES TO RING YOUR BELL
Judge And Jury
JUSTICE? THERE AINT NO FUCKING JUSTICE!
THEY’RE OUT OF TOUCH AND INCOMPETENT
AND THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT
VOTING ON BEHALF OF YOU AND ME
WAVING TWO FINGERS AT DEMOCRACY
JUDGE AND JURY IS WHAT THEY ARE (JUDGE AND JURY, JUDGE AND JURY)
THIS TIME THEY HAVE GONE TOO FAR (JUDGE AND JURY, JUDGE AND JURY)
PUBLIC OPINION DOES NOT COUNT (JUDGE AND JURY, JUDGE AND JURY)
THEY’VE GOT GUNS FOR SALE WITH A CASH DISCOUNT
HOW MANY MORE TIMES MUST WE SEE
MASSACRED INNOCENTS ON TV
AN AMNESTY IS NOT ENOUGH
SO DON’T TRY AND TELL ME THAT IT COSTS TOO MUCH
PARENTS AND CHILDREN ARE LIVING IN FEAR
OF A SICK SOCIETY THAT SHEDS NO TEARS
A REAL JUSTICE SYSTEM CAN NOT BE FOUND
WE’VE GOT PARASITES IN THE SCHOOL PLAYGROUND
NO PLACE FOR REASON (IN MY HEART)
WHEN I LOOK AROUND THE WORLD TODAY
MY EYES ARE OPEN WIDE
GRIEF AND SORROW, WITH NO TIME TO BORROW
DREAMS ARE CAST ASIDE
NO PLACE FOR REASON IN MY HEART
NO PLACE AT ALL
THE PRICE OF A HUMAN LIFE IT SEEMS
HAS REACHED AN ALL TIME LOW
A FAIR GAME TARGET IS A MAN ON HIS OWN
HE WON’T SEE TOMORROW
I SAW ANOTHER DEATH ON THE NEWS LAST NIGHT
IT JUST ABOUT MADE THE TV
A COUPLE OF LINES IN THE MORNING PRESS
THANK GOD IT WASN’T YOU OR ME
CRASS WAR
I WANT A WAR BETWEEN THE RICH AND THE POOR
I WANT TO FIGHT AND KNOW WHAT I’M FIGHTING FOR
IN A CLASS WAR, CRASS WAR, CLASS WAR, CRASS WAR
CLASS WAR, CRASS WAR, CLASS WAR, CRASS WAR
IN NEW YORK AND LA, CITY HALLS ARE FALLING DOWN
THERE’S NO ESCAPE, WHEN A CLASS WAR COMES TO TOWN
I WANNA KILL, BUT I DO NOT HAVE A GUN
THERE’LL BE A CLASS WAR RIGHT HERE IN AMERICA
LONDON TOWN
IT WAS JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN GOOD OLD LONDON TOWN
SHE WAS NOT FROM THE CITY BUT IT NEVER GOT HER DOWN
HATE WAS NOT IN HER VOCABULARY
BUT SHE BECAME A VICTIM OF HER OWN NAIVETY
FEELING HIGH AFTER A NIGHT IN LONDON TOWN
UNAWARE THAT SOMEBODY WAS HANGING AROUND
WHO WAS THAT SHE COULD SEE
A FACE WITH NO PERSONALITY
NO WAY OUT, NO TURNING BACK
HER FATE IN THE HANDS OF A MANIAC
NOWHERE TO FLEE, NOWHERE TO HIDE
IT HAPPENED SO FAST AND NOW SHE’S GOT NO PRIDE
WHO WOULD WANT A NIGHT IN GOOD OLD LONDON TOWN
STAY OUT OF THE CITY, ‘COS FUN CAN STILL BE FOUND
YOU AIN’T SAFE, LISTEN TO ME
YOU AIN’T SAFE IN THIS SOCIETY
TOP 40
A NEAT KIND OF SONG THAT SOUNDS SO PRETTY
A MILLION SELLING SINGLE, A NICE LITTLE DITTY
A NUMBER ONE RECORD, GET IT NOW
THEY WANT YOU TO BUY IT, ANYHOW
TOP 40, IT MAKES ME SICK
TOP 40, TURN IT OFF QUICK
TOP 40, CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE
TOP 40, OH WHAT A BORE
I HEARD IT ON THE RADIO, IT MUST BE GOOD
THE DJ PLAYED IT, HE SAID HE WOULD
LISTENER’S RUSH OUT AND MAKE IT A HIT
BUT I CAN’T STAND TO LISTEN TO IT
ADIOS AMIGOS
HEY JOEY, HEY JOHNNY
AND THE BROTHERS WHO CAME AND GO
I WAS AT ADIOS AMIGOS
THE FINAL FAREWELL SHOW
AND I WOULDN’T OF HAD IT ANY OTHER WAY
FINAL RESPECTS WERE THE ORDER OF THE DAY
AND IT WAS COOL, IT WAS FUN AND THE HITS KEPT COMING
I MISS YOU SO AND MY HEAD KEEPS HUMMING
TO THE CHORDS OF SHEENA, JACKIE AND JUDY
SUZY HEAD BANGING AND HEAD CASE HEIDI
AND OH I JUST DON’T KNOW
WHY I CAN’T LET YOU GO
AND OH I DON’T KNOW WHY
WHY I CAN’T LET YOU GO
I JUST DON’T CARE IF PEOPLE THINK I’M MAD
‘COS LOSING YOU FOR GOOD HAS ONLY LEFT ME SAD
GABBA GABBA, GABBA GABBA HEY
GABBA GABBA, GABBA GABBA HEY
GABBA GABBA, GABBA GABBA HEY
GABBA GABBA, GABBA GABBA HEY
MUTT
WALL IS FULL, THE STRINGS ARE PULLED
MAGIC’S IN THERE
THE TIME HAS COME, I’M REAL UNDONE
I WISH I WAS THERE
HAMMER THE PHONE, DIAL UP YOUR HOME
BUT THERE’S NO ANSWER
WHAT SHALL I DO NOW
SHE’S TEASING ME, FOOLING WITH A TWISTED MIND
NOT PLEASING ME, FOOLING WITH A TWISTED MIND
SHE’S TEASING ME, FOOLING WITH A TWISTED MIND
NOT PLEASING ME
CHECK OUT YOUR HOME, PULL OUT YOUR PHONE
AND IT STARTS YEAH
WINDOW’S FREE, START ON THE SPREE
AND IT TURNS THERE
SHE PULLS THE GUN, I’M SURELY HUNG
WHY DON’T YOU KILL ME
MAKE THE WORLD RIGHT
I NEED A FIX
I’M REALLY SICK
AND I’M IN THERE
SENSATION’S SICK
THE RHYTHM’S QUICK
AND NOW I’VE BEEN THERE
I’M IN A RUT
BEEN IN A MUTT
SHE’D WANNA KILL ME
IF SHE KNEW ME
REALLY SICK, I’M ON A DRIP
FEEL SEDATE NOW
IT’S TO THE PAIN AND OFF MY HEAD
I GUESS SHE’S SAFE NOW
I NEED THE TIME, TO PURIFY MY MIND
DON’T EVER LET THEM, GIVE ME MY LIBERTY
WHO THE HELL IS BUYING THAT CRAP
IT’S ALL HYPED UP AND IT’S FULL OF SHIT
SO WHO THE HELL IS BUYING IT
BRIT POP, POWER POP, CALL IT WHAT YOU WILL
THE WHOLE CONCEPT IS MAKING ME ILL
WHO THE HELL IS BUYING THAT CRAP
TELL ME WHO IS BUYING THAT CRAP
LIAM’S FUCKING PATSY, WHO GIVES A SHIT
EVERYONE HAS AND SHE’S PROUD OF IT
MTV SAYS HE’S LEAVING THE BAND
THEN THEY SAY HE AINT ON THE OTHER HAND
IT’S SATURDAY
IT’S SATURDAY MORNING AND THE WEEKEND IS HERE
FRIDAY NIGHT WAS OK, I GOT FULL OF BEER
I'M LYING IN BED READING THE SUN
GOT RID OF A HANGOVER, READY FOR ANOTHER ONE
IT’S SATURDAY, HEY
IT’S SATURDAY, HEY
IT’S SATURDAY, HEY
IT’S SATURDAY, HEY
IT’S 12 O’CLOCK AND I’M BACK AT THE BAR
WE’RE AT HOME TODAY, SO I DON’T GO FAR
PLAY A LITTLE POOL, DRINK A LOT MORE BEER
AND 3 O’CLOCK IS GETTING NEAR
IT’S TIME TO GO AND SEE THE U’S
FORGOT THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF LAST WEEKS LOSE
LAYER ROAD IS THE PLACE TO BE
A BETTER TEAM YOU WILL NOT SEE
YOU'RE DOING YOURSELF NO GOOD
I WANNA HAVE A CHANCE TO GO WHERE I WANT
WITH NO FEAR IN THE BACK OF MY MIND
I WANNA HAVE THE CHANCE TO GO OUT ALONE
BUT MY FATE'S ALREADY SIGNED
YOU'RE DOING YOURSELF NO GOOD
YOU'RE FIGHTINT YOUR FELLOW MAN
I WANNA BE ABLE TO DO WHAT I WANT
WITH NO LAWS TO SAY I CAN'T DO
I WANNA BE ME AND NO ONE ELSE
I WON'T BE NOBODYS FOOL
