- Pope Guilty
- Nov 6, 2006
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The human animal is a beautiful and terrible creature, capable of limitless compassion and unfathomable cruelty.
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Crass responded to the punk obsession with fashion by dressing in black-dyed military surplus clothes, and then in response to accusations that they were presenting themselves in a macho, militaristic way, put out Penis Envy, which features no male voices and is basically Radical Feminism: the album, focusing both on the individual and societal level. I think it's their best album.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqR9jJFt4lE
quote:
Little girls of about six or seven were asked, what do they like to do? And then, sometime later, the same question was asked in a slightly different form. They were asked, what do little girls like to do?
I've got 54321,
I've got a red pair of high-heels on,
Tumble me over, it doesn't take much,
Tumble me over, tumble me, push.
In my red high-heels, I have no control,
The rituals of repression are so old,
You can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal,
I'm yours, yes I'm yours, it's my means of survival.
I've got 54321,
Come on my love, I know you're strong,
Push me hard, make me stagger,
The pain in my back just doesn't matter.
You force-hold me above the ground,
I can't get away, my feet are bound,
So I'm bound to say
That I'm bound to stay.
Today I look so good,
Just like I know I should,
My breasts to tempt inside my bra,
My face is painted like a movie star,
I've studied my flaws in your reflection
And put them to rights with savage correction,
I've turned my statuesque perfection
And shone it in your direction.
So come on my darling, make me yours,
Trip me over, show me the floor,
Tease me, tease me, make me stay,
In my red high-heels I can't get away.
I'm trussed and bound like an oven ready bird
But I bleed without dying and I won't say a word.
Slice my flesh and I'll ride the scar,
Put me into gear like your lady car,
Drive me fast and crash me crazy,
I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy.
These wounds leave furrows as they heal,
I've traveled them, they're red and real,
I know them well, they're part of me,
My birth, my sex, my history,
They grew with me, my closest friend,
My pain's my own, my pain's my end.
Clip my wings so you know were I am,
I can't get lost when you're my man.
Tame me so i know your call,
I've stabbed my heels so I am tall,
I've bound my twisted falling fall,
Beautiful mute against the wall,
Beautifully mutilated as I fall.
Use me, don't lose me.
I've got 54321,
I've got a red pair of high-heels on.
Strap my ankles, break my heels,
Make me kneel, make me feel.
Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork doll,
Put in your key and give me a whirl.
Tease me, tease me, the reason to play,
In my red high-heels I can't get away.
I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai,
Your black-eye bonsai, erotically rotting.
Will my tiny feet fit your desire?
Warped and tied I walk on fire.
Burn me out, twist my wrists,
I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists.
Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel,
In my red high-heels I'm an easy kill.
Tease me, tease me, make me see,
You're the only one, I need to be me.
Thank you, will you take me?
Thank you, will you make me?
Thank you, will you break me?
Use me, don't lose me,
Taste me, don't waste me.
Use, lose, taste, waste.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHH54FYISTY
quote:System, system, system.
Death in life.
System, system, system.
The surgeons knife.
System, system, system.
Hacking at the cord.
System, system, system.
A child is born.
Poor little fucker, poor little kid,
Never asked for life, no she never did.
Poor little baby, poor little mite,
Crying out for food as her parents fight.
Crying out for food as her parents fight.
System, system, system.
Send him to school.
System, system, system.
Force him to crawl.
System, system, system.
Teach him how to cheat.
System, system, system.
Kick him off his feet.
Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad,
They'll pat him if he's good and they'll beat him if he's bad.
Poor little kiddy, poor little chap,
They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap.
They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap.
System, system, system.
They'll teach her how to cook.
System, system, system.
Teach her how to look.
System, system, system.
They'll teach her all the tricks,
System, system, system.
Create another victim for their greasy pricks.
Poor little girly, poor little wench,
Another little object to prod and pinch.
Poor little sweety, poor little filly,
They'll gently caress her mind so they can gently caress her silly.
They'll gently caress her mind so they can gently caress her silly.
System, system, system.
He's grown to be a man.
System, system, system.
Taught to fit the plan.
System, system, system.
Forty years of jobs.
System, system, system.
Pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs.
Poor loving worker, poor little serf,
Working like a mule for half of what he's worth.
Poor loving grafter, poor little gent,
Working for the cash that he's already spent.
Working for the cash that he's already spent.
He's selling his life,
She's his loyal wife,
Timid as a mouse,
She's got her little house,
He's got his little car,
And they share the cocktail bar
She likes to cook his meals,
You know, something that appeals.
Sometimes he works til late
So his supper has to wait,
But she doesn't really mind
Cos he's getting overtime.
He likes to put a bit away
Just for that rainy day,
Cos every little counts
As the cost of living mounts.
They do the pools each week
Hoping for that lucky break.
Then they'd take a trip abroad,
Do all the things they can't afford.
She'd really like to have a fur,
He's like a bigger car.
They could buy a bungalow,
With a Georgian door for show.
He might think of leaving work,
But no, he wouldn't like a shirk.
He'd much prefer 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 thank you once or twice.
System, system, system.
Deprived of any hope.
System, system, system.
Taught they couldn't cope.
System, system, system.
Slaves right from the start.
System, system, system.
Til death do them part.
Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair,
Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care.
Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks,
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes.
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes.
The couple views the wreckage
And dreams of home sweet home,
They'd almost paid the mortgage,
Then the system dropped its bomb.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9DhY-9XSps
quote:
Is there any prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
Oh yes, that is yours and this is mine,
As long as that balances out, that's fine.
I don't define the terms of the oppression,
Do you awake to that dull and grey depression?
You ride on me,
Suck my energy.
You take want 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 any prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
Oh yes I know the lines you draw for protection,
The number given for a name is simply for detection,
I know I'm only paper in a file,
But couldn't you treat me as a human for awhile?
You ride on me,
Suck my energy.
You take want 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 any prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
You offer your protection, but insist when I decline,
You offer independence, but demand I tow the line.
You say you give me freedom, but you hang on to the key,
Well, don't you think, perhaps, the decision's up to me?
You ride on me,
Suck my energy.
You take want 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 any prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
So tell me I'm dreaming if I want to live
And I'll tell you you're scheming to make me give,
More than i want to, more than I can,
You don't want person, you just want woman.
You hide behind logic, secure with your facts,
You've a history of time to back up your claims,
Protecting the future by filling up the cracks
That might expose the real nature of your games.
You want woman cos she's children for your system,
Well, people wither in that living death.
You hide behind your prejudice, afraid of my wisdom,
Afraid I might question your unquestioned worth.
You ride on me,
Suck my energy.
You take want 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 any prepared to tell me why?
Tell me why I'm being sucked dry?
Used as a tool?
Treated as a fool?
Shat on?
Spat on?
Totally confused?
hosed up?
Mucked up?
Totally abused?
Pulled about?
Fooled about?
Treated like a toy?
Joked about?
Poked about?
Something to destroy?
Tricked?
Kicked?
I don't want these games.
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