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Guilty of Being Tight
01:53
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The new vanguard
Driven by hate,
You’re oppressed by the state;
It’s too little too late.
But I ain’t no nihilist,
I don’t believe in nothing, not to take the piss.
But I, I’m an anarchist,
Do what thou wilt, is what I wish.
The new vanguard
Driven by hate,
You’re oppressed by the state;
It’s too little too late.
And I ain’t no communist,
Don’t read rules from a book or from a list.
But I, I’m an anarchist,
I wanna’ do dope, and get fucking pissed.
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Ha ha ha,
Hypocrite;
Working at the beureaux,
Doin what you should,
When the laws enforced,
You sleep safe and secure.
Sending them to trail;
Kangaroo court style
If you're the law, and the law is right,
You can fuck mother pile.
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Let’s Bomb Josh Nickel
01:52
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Unclean;
Obscene;
Errorist;
Opportunist;
Work all week to have punk friends, work all week;
At the bar, cool punk friends; at the bar.
Unclean;
Obscene;
Errorist;
Opportunist;
Work all week to have punk friends; work all week;
At the bar, cool punk friends; at the bar.
Fentanyl kills cops kids, I hope they get fucking brain damaged.
Fentanyl kills cops kids, I hope they get fucking brain damaged.
Fentanyl kills cops kids, I hope they get fucking brain damaged.
Pretty soon it’s gonna’ kill your white kids,
That’s what you get, you fucking breeder.
At the bar, cool punk friends; at the bar;
Work all week to be a punk, you work all week.
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Plus I’m Hungry for Shit
01:03
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Me maw me maw me maw me;
Thought police, they’re after me.
State enforced medication.
Inject my veins with isolation.
Thought police are on the street.
Kicked my head under their feet.
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Piano time
Is the only time.
When I’m with you,
It’s piano time.
Many nights ago,
When we met under piano time,
Many cats; there were many cats who met under piano time,
And they were all cats of mine.
Copyright, Crass Records:
2021,
2022,
2023,
2024,
2025,
2026,
2027,
2028,
2029,
2020 3 0
3 0 3 0
0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1
An apocalypse fell shortly upon the people,
Who wished a pox upon others.
Banana time!
Banana time!
Banana time!
Goodnight.
That’s it,
That’s all.
I think there’s something good there...
There’s something.
I should bring Felix back his Staples brand electronics duster before he suspects me of stealing it.
Here come the gnomes who have come to steal our electronic dust cleaner…
That’s fun...
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6. |
Cheat III
01:43
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I’m an illegal machine.
I’m an obsessive human being.
I put the shit in my veins.
I really can’t complain.
You fucked it up
And nobody likes you.
You have no friends and you’re alone in a universe
Where nobody cares about you.
I’m an illegal machine.
I’m an obsessive human being.
I put the shit in my veins.
I really can’t complain.
Over and over the days move along with regularity;
One of these days I'm gonna get organizized.
I’m an illegal machine.
I’m an obsessive human being.
I put the shit in my veins.
I really can’t complain.
She hung herself with a pink ribbon,
Only to be found in her closet by her best friend,
In a community where everyone claimed they cared,
But no one really did.
Cheat to survive.
I got it on the cheat.
I got it on the street.
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Cops <3 Free Coke
01:30
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I hate every cop now,
Smash a brick into their heads.
I hate every cop now.
Smash smash smash until they’re dead.
Everybody, everywhere,
Get a gun and
Shoot each one.
Genocidal racist police
They watch you and they walk these streets.
You gotta’ gun, I gotta’ knife,
Motherfucker gonna’ take your life.
I hate every cop now,
Smash a brick into their heads.
I hate every cop now.
Kill them all until they're dead.
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Optics
01:59
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Living in the panopticion,
Watchin’ each other’s lies.
Everybody watching
Through each other’s eyes.
Doing something wrong,
Got something to hide,
If it’s you that they do watch,
It’s you they do despise.
Power;
It’s power.
Power is power, the law of the land.
Those living for death will die by their own hand.
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Lightning flash it feels so good.
Puzzled panther and you're my food.
Feel your breath and mine in time.
Lion’s share what's yours is mine,
So I cut my skin until I bleed,
I bleed and bleed, and bleed and bleed, and
Break down my desiring machine;
Make me into your fantasy.
Say I'm just a manic pixie dream,
Devour me in hate.
Lightning flash it feels so good.
Puzzled panther and you're my food.
Feel your breath and mine in time.
Lion’s share what's yours is mine,
So I cut my skin until I bleed,
and bleed and bleed, and bleed and bleed, and
Die.
I wanna’ die.
Kill me.
I wanna' die.
I wanna’ fucking die.
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