bumhooler

crass

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 observe it. sliding down guidelines

cradle to the grave

all the willing saviours see that we behave. everybody knows they're there

see them all around. lots of little people who'll put you in the ground. well

take a burning issue and stuff it up your arse. they've fucked you with a furrowed brow

shitting broken glass

marching down the 'dilly to demonstrate again

while the men who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain. brain of pasty people

who'll bomb it all to fuck

you can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck

pass it on to others

ship it down the line

leave the world in ruins

you know we've got the time. 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 observe it. cop-outs look for motives. freudian analyst

come on

mr. horror

what do you make of this?

won't find many people without their rationale

any handy concept to hang upon the wall

soldier's got his enemy

police have got the state

family have home sweet home

ss got red tape. mp's got his duty

priest has got his sin

everybody finds a hole

to drop somebody in. seeking out wisdom in the ironies of life

weighing up subtleties

fiddling with the ties

no-one else decides for you

whether to or not

you make an easy target if you're running on the spot. 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 observe it. someone's been training

flexing their muscles

getting in practice

irrelevant tussles

given a march

or a quiet sunday demo

they wait till the state put the finger on you. peeping through a frown

your humanity in rags

playing the loser till the sense of purpose sags

they can deal with heroes

watch the bleeders run

it's only your head keeps the target from the gun. no-one else decides for you

whether to or not

you make an easy target if you're running on the spot.