WHITE PUNKS ON HOPE Crass

they said that we were trash well the name is crass not clash they can stuff their punk credentials cause it's them that take the cash they won't change nothing with their fashionable talk their rar

WHAT A SHAME Crass

good. it can't last. what a shame watch out for the quiet ones at the back all they want is the smallest crack everythings happening down the front innocent bystander you're the biggest runt fuck the punks

BEG YOUR PARDON Crass

now we're lost in the darkness, searching sound and sight of an answer to the what, where or how we're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell dreaming of a world without war forced to live on

NINETEEN EIGHTY BORE Crass

switch on the set, light up the screen fantasise and dream about what you might have been who needs controlling when they've got the cathode ray they've got your fucking soul, now they'll fuse your brains

White Punks On Dope Motley Crue

(White punks on dope) White punks on dope (White punks on dope) Other dudes are living in the ghetto But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto We're white punks on dope Mom & Dad live

MAJOR GENERAL DESPAIR Crass

just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery so much money spent on war when three quarters of the world is so helplessly poor major general despair sits at his desk, planning a new mode of attack he's quite

FUN GOING ON Crass

maybe you think it's the new new wave well all it is is just another rave maybe it looks like the writing's on the wall but you've seen it before, it's another death pall so somebody's coming with the

ANGELS Crass

the angels are on t.v. tonight grey puke, celluloid shit the army have sent a mission to ireland just to see to it kojack is on the streets again grey puke, fucking shit the army say the seek peace in

White Punks On Dope The Tubes

White Punks On Dope (Evans/Spooner/Steen) Copyright 1975 Pseudo Songs and Swiveltone Music Teenage had a race for the night time Spent my cash on every high I could find Wasted time in every

WHAT THE FUCK? Crass

No flowers in your landscape, some withered rose Kicked amongst the corpses where they lay Halted where all hope died, froze By the horror of your acts compelled to stay Unnoticed all this in your lusting

GENERAL BACARDI Crass

music hall stages look for change in colour supplement pages they think that by talking from some distant tower they something might change in the structure of power they dream, they dream, never walk on

BUMHOOLER Crass

chorus: if they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it we know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it they got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it we had the early warning, we can sit and

END RESULT Crass

i am product, i am a symbol of endless, hopeless, fruitless, aimless games i'm a glossy package on the supermarket shelf my contents aren't fit for human consumption i could tragically injure your perfect

DRY WEATHER Crass

you ride on me suck my energy you take what you want when you want it you reject any change that i make you ask me for more when i've spent it when i've given it all, you still take is there anyone prepared

REALITY WHITEWASH Crass

the best she can doesn't do it for herself, she does it for her man and meanwhile he's out hunting, this master of the hunt cruising down the high street in his endless search for cunt and the posters on

BANNED FROM THE ROXY Crass

fuck 'em, chosen to make my stand against what i feel is wrong with this land just sit there on their overfed arses feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes keep their fucking power cos their finger's

RIVAL TRIBAL REBEL REVELS (PART 2) Crass

never do no harm ain't my fault i like cracking bones, gives me a funny kind of thrill i can't help smiling at the pathetic moans, when i go in for the kill tribal wars are raging, it's a battlefield on

SYSTEMATIC DEATH Crass

to stay and get his honest days pay he's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead she's tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice system, system, system - deprived of any hope

SYSTEM Crass

you can swear by who the fuck you like but you're still on the roof i'm not gonna change the system they're not gonna change the system we're not gonna change the system where does that leave you?

POISON IN A PRETTY PILL Crass

your tactile eyes running over glossy paper printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze they say "forget yourself, adorn with this disguise" this womanhood of smooth and tampered whores let me warn

HEARD TOO MUCH ABOUT Crass

and office aware there's something missing, but living with their losses there's no fight to get where they'd rather be only the accepting of dependency wait in the shop, for what you ain't got lying on

MOTHER-EARTH Crass

it's myra hindley on the cover your very own sweet anti-mother there she is, on the pages of the star ain't that just the place you wish you were?

SO WHAT Crass

they ask me why i'm hateful, why i'm bad they tell me i got things they never had they tell me go to church and see the light cos the good lord's always right so what, so what so what if jesus died on

DEADHEAD Crass

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

WOMEN Crass

war is mens money, they pay with their bodies there is no purity in that game only blood, death and bribery it's all the fucking same but we've got the power don't just stand there and take submission on

YOU CAN BE WHO? Crass

abusing each other as your work off your fears go climb a mountain, go fuck a scout avoidance of self is what it's about pretence and illusion to avoid who you are don't work on yourself, just polish the

TIRED Crass

i don't want it, you can take it back i don't want to face another attack shits all running round looking for a crack wannanother corpse to put on the stack? what do you want? what do you want?

DO THEY OWE US A LIVING? Crass

they don't want me anymore threw it on the floor used to call me sweet thing i'm nobody's plaything now that i am different you'd love to bust my head you'd love to see me cop-out love to see me dead chorus

HURRY UP GARRY (the parsons farted) Crass

"can you put me on the guestlist? is there any freebie drink? i can't write unless i feel well pissed" piss off, you fucking stink.

PUNK IS DEAD Crass

yes that's right, punk is dead it's just another cheap product for the consumers head bubblegum rock on plastic transistors schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters cbs promote the clash ain't

MOTHER LOVE Crass

need to be the perfect man and wife chorus like a fucking dustbin they fill you up with trash tell you all that life is, is working for some cash life's a competition and you've got to be the best tread on

ASYLUM Crass

i am no feeble christ, not me he hangs in glib delight upon his cross above my body christ forgive. forgive? i vomit for you jesu shit forgive down now from your cross down now from your papal hei...

YOU PAY Crass

you're paying for prisons, you're paying for war paying for lobotomies, you're paying for law paying for their order, paying for their murder paying for your ticket to watch the farce knowing you'...

REJECT Crass

not for me the factory floor sweeping up from nine to four not for me the silly rat race don't see the point in anycase people ask me why i say what i do i say to them "well wouldn't you?" if you ...

SUCKS Crass

do you really believe in buddha? buddha sucks do you really believe in jesus? jesus fucks chorus: is it alright really? it is alright really? is it working? do you really believe in marx? marx fuc...

CRUTCH OF SOCIETY Crass

don't want to bury my head in the crutch of society perverted parent that takes my energy sucking me dry with your morals, your threats christ, your queen, your politics fucking hypersensitive, su...

FIGHT WAR, NOT WARS Crass

fight war, not wars (x 8)

SECURICOR Crass

i'm a private in a private army etc.. i am a working for securicor take the money and come back for more i want to do it cause i know i should for the customer and the common good i walk around wi...

DARLING Crass

they sell us love as divinity when it's only a social obscenity underneath they're all lovable chorus: hello hero, hero hello. hello hero, hello hello. hello hero, hero hello. hello hero, hero hel...

Friday Night Dennis Wilson

Oh oh it's Friday night The white punks play tonight Shirts off you motorcycle rider Night hider And people who pray I believe my Jesus Is in my soul Come on my brother Let's a-rock

Ashtray Heart The White Stripes

you used me for an ashtray heart right from the start case of the punks I feel like a glass shrimp make invalids out of supermen call in a shrink And pick you up in a girdle you used me like

We The Victims 럭스

Remnants of your Glory We're the Drags of your Revolution We're the Purpose of your Industry We're the Emblems of your Peace We're the Fruitions of your Complex We're the Victims of your Freedom We're the Punks

Let's Go Parking Baby Caesars

I know I'm out of line I'm way out of touch but this is all too much you're such a groovy girl I'd like to strap her on when I'm really gone Let's go parking baby stay out all night you and me together

Bleak Soulfly

Maggots crawling, posers falling Suffocating in garbage So much trash in excess Feed your ego up your ass On your knees, blood sucking pigs Die of your own disease Worms and ashes, feed the masses Up your

GLAMOUR PUNKS Judy and Mary

So gaudy and immoral, I'm the least wanted I don't give a shit, world's warped anyway It doesn't worth to clingin' on to that If that's the moral someone es(tablished).

Street Punks Vince Staples

these little niggas talking about they hold heat 난 지들이 총을 쥐고 있다고 나불대는 꼬맹이 새끼들에 대해 걱정하지 않았어 I ain\'t stressing going broke 난 가난해지는 거에 대해 스트레스 안 받어 I don\'t never leave the residences alone, keep it on

White Something For Kate

Edit "White" was written by Nordine, Ken / Campbell, Richard. For Example... What chart rank did the song debut? What is the song about? Has it won any awards?, etc.

We The Victims 럭스(Rux)

, punks, punks!

Can't Get A Tan Surf Punks

Oh I'm late for work Oh I just gotta get that tan I'm just here for the chicks That's why I want that tan I'm running out of licks Frying in this pan - sssss Don't tell me that I'm white I know you're

White White Dove Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel

Rose and Cross so is the battle lost Is there now no time to jive Rose and Cross you know the price it's cost But the hope is still, the hope is still alive Rosicrucius is your story told Or is there still