Tytuł: Deadhead

• Wykonawca: Crass
• Wyświetleń: 298

Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives
  Endless cars on endless roadways, endless shopfronts with endless lies
  Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad
  Can't imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad
  Well it's all set up so you can't do it
  No let up so you don't make it
  All arranged so you can't have it
  All enclosed so you won't take it
  Set in little pockets of isolation
  Separated by regulation
  Crushed for product in a rich man's passion
  Relative ration for the ration nation
  Tear a bit, smash a bit, cause a little pain
  That's a contribution then they build it up again
  Fool yourself thinking it's a holyheld belief
  When all the time it's just another light relief
  Oh boredom psychological stunt
  You never really feel it when you're up at the front
  And it doesn't really matter where the hell it's going
  As long as everybody has the hot blood flowing
  
  Excitement and thrills
  Will put off the ills
  Radical frills
  Docility pills
  New wave, splash in the pan
  Real music by dildo dan
  Tired old discos, shame balam
  Soddern modern christ, futurists again
  Play the machine
  Crank up the dream
  We're just what we seem
  Know what I mean?
  
  But no-one can wipe out the last five years
  So there's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs
  Marry me darling? Fuck off, creep!
  Tired and lonely, life on the cheap
  Didn't plan it, but now we're very happy
  Another poor fucker drowns in its nappy
  Bakunin and bollocks and fun and farts
  Hit the right fantasy and come up the charts
  
  Treat people like shit and that's what you get.
  Thank you, good evening and good night!
  You're a wonderful audience!