Songtexte




Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning they said there was light,
Well there ain't much left of it now.
We're lost in the darkness, searching 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 thought of peace before.
What's the point of preaching peace if it's something you don't feel?
What's the point of talking love if you think that love ain't real?
Where's the hope in hopelessness? Where's the truth in lies?
Don't try to hold my hand if you can't look me in the eyes.
Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning they said there was light
But somebody's burnt out the fuse.
And now we're all lost in eternal night
Looking for a candle to use.
Lots of little candles, isolated hope,
Frail little flames in the gale,
Lost little people who just can't cope,
Just knocking their heads on the nail.
What's the point of talking freedom if you just protect yourself?
What's the point of preaching sharing as you accumulate your wealth?
It's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real.
It's so easy to lie if your ignore the things you feel.
Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning they said there was light
But we never had the eyes to see.
But rather than struggling or putting up a fight
We ran like lemmings to the sea.
No-one really wants to get it all together,
It's easier to just grab what you can.
Everybody's going it, hell for leather,
Building little castles in the sand.
Hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretence, deceit,
Think only of yourself and the world's at your feet
I don't believe the things you say, you make bullshit of the truth.
The game you play's offensive and you life's the living proof.
Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof
Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof
In the beginning they said there was light
But I'm tired of hearing their lies.
I'm tired of deceit, gonna put up a fight,
I'm going to use my own eyes.
Gonna make my decisions, live my own life,
They can keep their darkness and gloom.
Hypocrisy, trickery, I've had enough,
They can keep their destruction and doom.
I've only one life and I'll live it my way,
They can keep their restrictions and law.
And if they think different I'll have one thing to say...
"Fuck off 'cause I've heard it before."



Autor(en): Penny Rimbaud


Crass - Christ the Album
Album Christ the Album
Veröffentlichungsdatum
08-02-1972

1   Have a Nice Day
2   Mother Love
3   Nineteen Eighty Bore
4   I Know There is Love
5   Beg Your Pardon
6   Birth Control 'n' Rock 'n' Roll
7   Reality Whitewash
8   It's the Greatest Working Class Rip-Off
9   Deadhead
10   You Can Be Who?
11   Buy Now Pay as You Go
12   Rival Tribal Revel Rebel (Pt. 2)
13   Bumhooler
14   Sentiment (White Feathers)
15   Major General Despair
16   Banned from the Roxy/The Sound of One Hand
17   Punk Is Dead
18   Nagasaki Nightmare
19   Darling/Bata Motel Blues
20   Berkertex Bribe/Fold It In Half
21   Big Hands / Heart-Throb of the Mortuary
22   Big a Little A
23   First Woman
24   Arlington 73
25   Bomb Plus Bomb Tape
26   Contaminational Power
27   I Ain't Thick
28   G's Song
29   Securicor
30   I Can't Stand It
31   Shaved Women/A Part of Life
32   Do They Owe Us a Living?
33   So What / Salt'n'Pepper




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