Woorden:
Crass Angels

The angels are on T.V. tonight, grey puke, celluloid shit. The army have sent a mission to Ireland, just to see to it. Kojac is on the streets again,

burn our mistakes and we watch as they burn. We've been here so long, we've got nothing to learn And we put all the nastiest bits in your media bag Angela

burn our mistakes and we watch as they burn. We've been here so long, we've got nothing to learn And we put all the nastiest bits in your media bag Angela