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Crass - Big A, Little a
- 2
Crass - Asylum
- 3
Crass - Do They Owe Us A Living?
- 4
Crass - Punk Is Dead
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Crass - Securicor
- 6
Crass - So What
- 7
Crass - Birth Control 'N' Rock 'N' Roll
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Crass - Gotcha
- 9
Crass - Systematic Death
- 10
Crass - 10 Notes On A Summer's Day
- 11
Crass - Angela Rippon
- 12
Crass - Angels
- 13
Crass - Arlington 73
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Crass - Banned From The Roxy
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Crass - Bata Motel
- 16
Crass - Beg Your Pardon
- 17
Crass - Berkertex Bribe
- 18
Crass - Big Man, Big M.A.N.
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Crass - Bloody Revolutions
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Crass - Bomb Plus Bomb Tape
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Crass - Bumhooler
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Crass - Buy Now Pay As You Go
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Crass - Chairman Of The Bored
- 24
Crass - Contaminational Power
- 25
Crass - Crutch Of Society
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Crass - Darling
- 27
Crass - Deadhead
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Crass - Demoncrats
- 29
Crass - Do They Owe Us A Living? (Well?...Do They?)
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Crass - Don't Get Caught
- 31
Crass - Don't Tell Me You Care
- 32
Crass - Dry Weather
- 33
Crass - End Result
- 34
Crass - Fight War, Not Wars
- 35
Crass - First Woman
- 36
Crass - Fun Going On
- 37
Crass - G's Song
- 38
Crass - General Bacardi
- 39
Crass - Have A Nice Day
- 40
Crass - Health Surface
- 41
Crass - Heard Too Much About
- 42
Crass - How Does It Feel?
- 43
Crass - Hurry Up Garry (The Parsons Farted)
- 44
Crass - I Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick
- 45
Crass - I Know There Is Love
- 46
Crass - Immortal Death
- 47
Crass - It's The Greatest Working Class Rip-Off
- 48
Crass - Major General Despair
- 49
Crass - Mother Earth
- 50
Crass - Mother Love
- 51
Crass - Nagasaki Is Yesterday's Dog-End
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Crass - Nagasaki Nightmare
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Crass - Nineteen Eighty Bore
- 54
Crass - Our Wedding
- 55
Crass - Poison In A Pretty Pill
- 56
Crass - Reality Asylum
- 57
Crass - Reality Whitewash
- 58
Crass - Reject Of Society
- 59
Crass - Rival Tribal Rebel Revel
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Crass - Rival Tribal Revel Rebel (Pt. 2)
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Crass - Rival Tribal Revel Revel
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Crass - Sentiment (White Feathers)
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Crass - Sentimental (White Feathers)
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Crass - Shaved Women
- 65
Crass - Sheep Farming In The Falklands
- 66
Crass - Sheep Farming In The Falklands Flexi
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Crass - Sheepfarming in the Falklands
- 68
Crass - Smash The Mac
- 69
Crass - Smother Love
- 70
Crass - Sucks
- 71
Crass - System
- 72
Crass - The Gasman Cometh
- 73
Crass - They've Got A Bomb
- 74
Crass - They've Got Bomb
- 75
Crass - Time Out
- 76
Crass - Tired
- 77
Crass - Upright Citizen
- 78
Crass - Walls (Fun In The Oven)
- 79
Crass - What A Shame
- 80
Crass - What The Fuck
- 81
Crass - Where Next Columbus?
- 82
Crass - White Punks On Hope
- 83
Crass - Women
- 84
Crass - Yes Sir, I Will
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Crass - You Can Be Who?
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Crass - You Pay
- 87
Crass - You're Already Dead
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Crass - You've Got Big Hands
Birth Control 'N' Rock 'N' Roll
Crass
Military loves the gory warbath,
Economics shape the battle landscape,
All join together for the grand rape.
Moral intentions make a scapegoat,
Excuse the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat.
Praise the rotting minds above the club tie
That sits in towers up in the blue sky,
Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth,
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death,
Arms make profit from the crushed head,
Build the towers up on the ditch head.
Betrayal forms the formal skyline,
Tinted windows catch the sunshine,
Such ice cold beauty makes the heart sink,
Five thousand miles away the dead stink.
And here the graveyard to insult them,
The city shines with laughing tombstones.
The profiteers, the warcry butchers,
Stir up the lust for legal slaughter.
The living dead who look up to them,
Who accept authority that kills them,
Work for the corporation making napalm,
Workers watch the burning children on T.V.
As they eat their meat pie
With refusal in their minds
Eye to see their own lives in that cold death,
Their state of wealth upon that lost breath.
In the official offices of deathplan
Leaders of men work to betray man.
Stocks and shares declare the next war,
The torture starts behind the locked door,
Propaganda tops the big desk.
Compose an overture to fine death.
The hideous grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the clean air,
Their eyes forsake all that they dwell on,
Drag the lover from the loved ones.
Patriots progress is a backstep,
A cruel noose around a young neck.
They teach our children in the classroom
To respect a madman on a rostrum,
To praise the dirty works of battle,
Bring out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,
To dig their own graves in the cold earth...
So sad and pointless now to give birth.
