Songtexte:
Crase

Übersetzung: Krach. ¡Ich weiß nicht ... Ich weiß,.

: [Instrumental]

: The ties that bind can gag and I'm bound by boundless insignificance. Set yourself on fire if you can't feel this burn. Did you run out of ink so soon

: Picture a parade of mannequins: ivory white. Straight black ties to harden crooked spines: single file. Holes for eyes as useless as 2000 yrs of evolution

: Now you can feel free to hate me for this. Your type of beauty is born to fade, one of lust and of shame. My empathy has breeded in my contempt, but

: You made a list today of all the things I could never be and you said "Try living with this, its all yours, its all yours." Please don't make this

: You're a precious stone You're out on your own You know everyone in the world But you feel alone Daddy won't let you weep Daddy won't let you ache

Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Well I got it all up here, see Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Well they think they got it all out there, see Well they can fuck off, cos they ain

Same old stuff, you've heard it all before Crass being crass about the system, or is it war? We ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh If you