Vertaling: Crase. Claridade.
Vertaling: Crase. ¡Weet niet ... ik weet.
I am a product I am a symbol of endless hopeless fruitless aimless games I'm a glossy package on the market shelf My contents aren't fit for human consumption
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Well I got it all up here, see Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Well they think they got it all out there, see Well they can fuck off, cos they ain
You're a precious stone You're out on your own You know everyone in the world But you feel alone Daddy won't let you weep Daddy won't let you ache Daddy
Same old stuff, you've heard it all before Crass being crass about the system, or is it war? We ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh If you
Maybe you think it's the new new wave Well all it is is just another rave Maybe it looks like the writing's on the wall But you've seen it before, it'
The grey man at the wheel Looks around to see if there's some skirt he can steal He doesn't really want to, he's just acting out a game In their own fucked
I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto Heard too much about the working class motto How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street Racialist
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
Chorus: Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi What a fucking
I am not he, nor master, nor lord No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations These heroes have run before
The bastards, what are they playing at? Don't like the music, don't like the words Don't like the sentiments Well keep it for the birds and bees, boys
Mother? Mother? Mother? Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is that you? She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? It's Myra Hindley
Yes that's right, punk is dead It's just another cheap product for the consumers head Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors Schoolboy sedition backed
I've seen it all before, revolution at my back door Well, whose to say it won't happen all again 'Cos the General's sip Bacardi While the privates feel
I'm a private in a private army etc.. I am a working for Securicor Take the money and come back for more I want to do it cause I know I should For the
System, system, system - death in life System, system, system - the surgeons knife System, system, system - hacking at the cord System, system, system
