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Crass - So What
- 2
Crass - Punk Is Dead
- 3
Crass - Do They Owe Us A Living?
- 4
Crass - Reject Of Society
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Crass - Systematic Death
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Crass - Asylum
- 7
Crass - Big A, Little a
- 8
Crass - Banned From The Roxy
- 9
Crass - Bloody Revolutions
- 10
Crass - End Result
- 11
Crass - Health Surface
- 12
Crass - Mother Earth
- 13
Crass - Rival Tribal Rebel Revel
- 14
Crass - 10 Notes On A Summer's Day
- 15
Crass - Angela Rippon
- 16
Crass - Angels
- 17
Crass - Arlington 73
- 18
Crass - Bata Motel
- 19
Crass - Beg Your Pardon
- 20
Crass - Berkertex Bribe
- 21
Crass - Big Man, Big M.A.N.
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Crass - Birth Control 'N' Rock 'N' Roll
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Crass - Bomb Plus Bomb Tape
- 24
Crass - Bumhooler
- 25
Crass - Buy Now Pay As You Go
- 26
Crass - Chairman Of The Bored
- 27
Crass - Contaminational Power
- 28
Crass - Crutch Of Society
- 29
Crass - Darling
- 30
Crass - Deadhead
- 31
Crass - Demoncrats
- 32
Crass - Do They Owe Us A Living? (Well?...Do They?)
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Crass - Don't Get Caught
- 34
Crass - Don't Tell Me You Care
- 35
Crass - Dry Weather
- 36
Crass - Fight War, Not Wars
- 37
Crass - First Woman
- 38
Crass - Fun Going On
- 39
Crass - G's Song
- 40
Crass - General Bacardi
- 41
Crass - Gotcha
- 42
Crass - Have A Nice Day
- 43
Crass - Heard Too Much About
- 44
Crass - How Does It Feel?
- 45
Crass - Hurry Up Garry (The Parsons Farted)
- 46
Crass - I Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick
- 47
Crass - I Know There Is Love
- 48
Crass - Immortal Death
- 49
Crass - It's The Greatest Working Class Rip-Off
- 50
Crass - Major General Despair
- 51
Crass - Mother Love
- 52
Crass - Nagasaki Is Yesterday's Dog-End
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Crass - Nagasaki Nightmare
- 54
Crass - Nineteen Eighty Bore
- 55
Crass - Our Wedding
- 56
Crass - Poison In A Pretty Pill
- 57
Crass - Reality Asylum
- 58
Crass - Reality Whitewash
- 59
Crass - Rival Tribal Revel Rebel (Pt. 2)
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Crass - Rival Tribal Revel Revel
- 61
Crass - Securicor
- 62
Crass - Sentiment (White Feathers)
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Crass - Sentimental (White Feathers)
- 64
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
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Crass - Women
- 84
Crass - Yes Sir, I Will
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Crass - You Can Be Who?
- 86
Crass - You Pay
- 87
Crass - You're Already Dead
- 88
Crass - You've Got Big Hands
Reality Asylum
Crass
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, upon his cross,
Above my body, lowly me
Christ forgive, forgive?
Holy He, He holy, He holy?
Shit He forgives, Forgive? Forgive?
I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you Jesu
Christy Christus
Puke upon your papal throne
Wrapped I am in the muddy cloud
Of hellish genocide
Petulant child
I have suffered for you
Where you have never known me
I too must die
Will you be shadowed in the arrogance of my death?
Your valley truth
What light pass those pious heights?
What passing bells for these in their trucks?
For you lord.
You are the flag-bearer of these nations
One against the other that die in the mud
No piety. No deity
Is that your forgiveness?
Saint. Martyr. Goat. Billy.
Forgive? Shit he forgives
He hangs upon his cross
In self-righteous judgment
Hangs in crucified delight
Nailed to the extend of His vision
His cross. His manhood. His violence. Guilt. Sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross
As if I might have waited for him in the garden
As if I might have perfumed His body
Washed those bloody feet
This woman that he seeks
Suicide visionary. Death reveller. Rake. Rapist.
Gravedigger. Earthmover. Lifefucker. Jesu.
You scooped the pits of Auschwitz
The soil of Treblinka is rich in your guilt
The sorrow of your tradition
Your stupid humility is the crown of thorn we all must wear.
For you. Ha. Master. Master of gore. Enigma. Stigma. Stigmata. Errata. Eraser.
The cross is the mast of our oppression.
You fly there, vain flag.
You carry it, wear it on your back, Lord. Your back.
Enola is your gaiety.
Suffer little children (to come unto me)
Suffer in that horror. Hirohorror. Hirrohiro. Hiroshimmer. Shimmerhiro.
Hiroshima. Hiroshima. Hiroshima. Hiroshima.
The bodies are your delight
The incandescent flame is the spirit of it
They come to you Jesu. To you
The nails are the only trinity
Hold them in your corpsey gracelessness
The image that I have had to suffer
These nails at my temple
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood
That you defile
In your guilt you turn your back
Nailed to that body
Lame-arse Jesus calls me sister
There are no words for my contempt
Every woman is a cross in filthy theology
He turns His back on me in His fear
His vain delight is that pain I bear
Alone He hangs. His choice. His choice
Alone. Alone. His voice. His voice
He shares nothing, this Christ
Sterile. Impotent. Fucklove prophet of death
He's the ultimate pornography
He. He. Hear us Jesus
You sigh alone in your cockfear
You lie alone in your cuntfear.
You cry alone in your womanfear.
You die alone in you manfear.
Alone Jesu, alone
In your cockfear. Cuntfear. Womanfear. Manfear.
Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear.
Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear.
Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare.
Jesus died for his own sins. Not mine.