Lyrics




If they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it,
We know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it,
They got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve 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 little people who'll put you in the ground.
Well, take a burning issue and stuff it up your arse.
They've fucked you with a furrowed brow, shitting broken glass,
Marching down the 'dilly to demonstrate again,
While the men who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain.
Brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck,
You can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck,
Pass it on to others, ship it down the line,
Leave the world in ruins, you know we've got the time.
If they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it,
We know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it,
They got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it.
We had the early warning, we can sit and observe it.
Cop-outs look for motives... Freudian analyst,
Come on, Mr. Horror, what do you make of this?
Won't find many people without their rationale,
Any handy concept to hang upon the wall,
Soldier's got his enemy, police have got the state,
Family have home sweet home, SS got red tape.
MP's got his duty, priest has got his sin,
Everybody finds a hole, to drop somebody in.
Seeking out wisdom in the ironies of life,
Weighing up subtleties, fiddling with the ties,
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not,
You make an easy target if you're running on the spot.
If they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it,
We know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it,
They got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it.
We had the early warning, we can sit and observe it.
Someone's been training, flexing their muscles,
Getting in practice, irrelevant tussles,
Given a march, or a quiet Sunday demo,
They wait till the state put the finger on you.
Peeping through a frown, your humanity in rags,
Playing the loser till the sense of purpose sags,
They can deal with heroes, watch the bleeders run,
It's only your head keeps the target from the gun.
No-one else decides for you, whether to or not
You make an easy target if you're running on the spot ...



Writer(s): Crass


Crass - Christ - The Album (Remastered)
Album Christ - The Album (Remastered)
date of release
01-01-1982

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   Bannned from the Roxy / The Sound of One Hand - Live
17   Punk Is Dead (Live)
18   Nagasaki Nightmare - Live
19   Darling / Bata Motel Blues - Live
20   Berketex Bribe / Fold It in Half - Live
21   Big Hands / Heart: Throb of the Mortuary - Live
22   Bumhooler - Live
23   Big a Little A - Live
24   First Woman in Space - Live
25   Arlington 73 - Live
26   Bomb Plus Bomb Tape - Live
27   Contaminational Power - Live
28   I Ain't Thick, It's Just a Trick - Live
29   G's Song - Live
30   Securicor - Live
31   I Can't Stand It - Live
32   Shaved Women / Part of Life - Live
33   Do They Owe Us a Living (Live)
34   So What? / Salt n Pepper - Live




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