- 1
Crass - Asylum
- 2
Crass - Banned From The Roxy
- 3
Crass - Do They Owe Us A Living? (Well?...Do They?)
- 4
Crass - Punk Is Dead
- 5
Crass - Sucks
- 6
Crass - End Result
- 7
Crass - Fight War, Not Wars
- 8
Crass - G's Song
- 9
Crass - General Bacardi
- 10
Crass - So What
- 11
Crass - They've Got A Bomb
- 12
Crass - Women
- 13
Crass - You Pay
- 14
Crass - Angels
- 15
Crass - Bata Motel
- 16
Crass - Do They Owe Us A Living?
- 17
Crass - Our Wedding
- 18
Crass - Reject Of Society
- 19
Crass - Securicor
- 20
Crass - Smother Love
- 21
Crass - What A Shame
- 22
Crass - White Punks On Hope
- 23
Crass - Bloody Revolutions
- 24
Crass - Fun Going On
- 25
Crass - Nagasaki Nightmare
- 26
Crass - Nineteen Eighty Bore
- 27
Crass - Sheep Farming In The Falklands
- 28
Crass - 10 Notes On A Summer's Day
- 29
Crass - Angela Rippon
- 30
Crass - Arlington 73
- 31
Crass - Beg Your Pardon
- 32
Crass - Berkertex Bribe
- 33
Crass - Big A, Little a
- 34
Crass - Big Man, Big M.A.N.
- 35
Crass - Birth Control 'N' Rock 'N' Roll
- 36
Crass - Bomb Plus Bomb Tape
- 37
Crass - Bumhooler
- 38
Crass - Buy Now Pay As You Go
- 39
Crass - Chairman Of The Bored
- 40
Crass - Contaminational Power
- 41
Crass - Crutch Of Society
- 42
Crass - Darling
- 43
Crass - Deadhead
- 44
Crass - Demoncrats
- 45
Crass - Don't Get Caught
- 46
Crass - Don't Tell Me You Care
- 47
Crass - Dry Weather
- 48
Crass - First Woman
- 49
Crass - Gotcha
- 50
Crass - Have A Nice Day
- 51
Crass - Health Surface
- 52
Crass - Heard Too Much About
- 53
Crass - How Does It Feel?
- 54
Crass - Hurry Up Garry (The Parsons Farted)
- 55
Crass - I Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick
- 56
Crass - I Know There Is Love
- 57
Crass - Immortal Death
- 58
Crass - It's The Greatest Working Class Rip-Off
- 59
Crass - Major General Despair
- 60
Crass - Mother Earth
- 61
Crass - Mother Love
- 62
Crass - Nagasaki Is Yesterday's Dog-End
- 63
Crass - Poison In A Pretty Pill
- 64
Crass - Reality Asylum
- 65
Crass - Reality Whitewash
- 66
Crass - Rival Tribal Rebel Revel
- 67
Crass - Rival Tribal Revel Rebel (Pt. 2)
- 68
Crass - Rival Tribal Revel Revel
- 69
Crass - Sentiment (White Feathers)
- 70
Crass - Sentimental (White Feathers)
- 71
Crass - Shaved Women
- 72
Crass - Sheep Farming In The Falklands Flexi
- 73
Crass - Sheepfarming in the Falklands
- 74
Crass - Smash The Mac
- 75
Crass - System
- 76
Crass - Systematic Death
- 77
Crass - The Gasman Cometh
- 78
Crass - They've Got Bomb
- 79
Crass - Time Out
- 80
Crass - Tired
- 81
Crass - Upright Citizen
- 82
Crass - Walls (Fun In The Oven)
- 83
Crass - What The Fuck
- 84
Crass - Where Next Columbus?
- 85
Crass - Yes Sir, I Will
- 86
Crass - You Can Be Who?
- 87
Crass - You're Already Dead
- 88
Crass - You've Got Big Hands
Smother Love
Crass
That you seek,
That you dream of,
That you look for in the streets,
That you find in the magazines,
The cinema, the glossy shops,
And the music spins you round
And round looking for the props.
The silken robe, the perfect little ring,
Will give you the illusion
When it doesn't mean a thing,
Step outside into the street
And staring from the wall
Is perfection of the happiness
That makes you feel so small.
Romance, can you dance?
D'you fit the right description?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you want me for your own?
Do you love me?
Say you need me,
Say you know that I'm the one,
Tell me I'm your everything,
Let us build a home.
We can build a house for us,
With little ones fellow,
The proof of our normality
That justifies tomorrow.
Romance, romance.
Do you love me?
Say you do,
We can leave the world behind
And make it just for two.
Love don't make the world go round,
It holds it right in place,
Keeps us thinking love's too pure
To see another face.
Love's another skin-trap,
Another social weapon,
Another way to make men slaves
And women at their beckon.
Love's another sterile gift,
Another shit condition,
That keeps us seeing just the one
And others not existing.
Woman is a holy myth,
A gift of mans expression,
She's sweet, defenceless,
Golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression.
If we didn't have these codes for love,
Of tokens and positions,
We'd find ourselves as lovers still,
Not tokens of possessions.
It's a natural, it's a romance,
Without the power and greed,
We can fight to lift the cover
If you want to sow and seed.
Do you love me?
Do you?
Do you?
Don't you see they aim to smother
The actual possibilities
Of seeing all the others?
Do you love me?
Do you?
Do you?
Don't you see they aim to smother
The actual possibilities
Of seeing all the others?
