Crass - Don't Tell Me You Care lyrics

rate me

You shit-head slimy got it alls

You crap-eyed ghosts with greasy balls

You wicked matron stabbing hard,

Grabbing while the going's good

Administrators vicious smile

Dancing on the body pile

Slipping your sly fingernails

Impaling flesh on battlefields

The decaying corpses help you up

To your position at the top

You shit-head slimy want it alls

You bind the baby as it crawls

And crush its head, the soft new scull

Burst its brain and keep it dull.

You own its mind, you murderous thief

Grind it down with bloodied teeth

And feed it up with national pride...

Progress through self-sacrifice

Not for themselves, but you, you scab

You raid the bodies of the dead

You shit-head slimy make it alls

With dead meat dripping as you walk

Don't talk of justice or respect

You shit soaked armchair moralist...

What right is yours that others lives

Are yours to smash and kill and bind?

It's your security that they bleed for

Your definitions that they die for

You stack your dead heroes with no more thought

Than some accountant at their work

You shit-head slimy got it alls

Crap-eyes ghosts were maggots crawl

Tired old jerk-offs with your bodyguards

Those muscle-pimps with forty-fives

You gutless automatic butchers

Bullet shitting dumbhead hookers

It's your heartless failure they protect

While you deny the shame of your neglect

All you can see is your brutal success

And damn the dead and fear the mess

You shit-head greedy have it alls

You cheat and lie and jargonise

That your success is also ours

That what you take you take for us

While your ambition scrapes the living dry

And your solutions are archaic battlecries

You dead meat eyesore death pushers

Look elsewhere for your arselickers...

The face that stares back from the mirror

Reflects the reality of your horror

So don't tell me you care, shit-head

You betray the dead as you curse life

Eat you own shit leader of this nation

Piss off to your Downing Street fortress

Leave us out of your madness

Buy your own vaseline, grease your own arse

Shit in your own back yard, suck your own turds...

THIS IS OUR WORLD

When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,

Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.

It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,

Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.

You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence.

Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence

Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,

Seeing it, but not being touched by it.