Lyrics
Crass
Visions of division and a soul starved rain
Wage slave wasters dig diazepam drains
Counting out the hours in between each clock tick
All back seat passengers
City sick
Sycophant splinter-smiles
Slick concrete graves
Another lightless prayer carved right thought with blistered rage
Lifetime piled on lifetime down an infinite stake
Wet jaws at both ends of this serpent mistake
Headlights, footlights, bright white flaws
Carrion consumers and media whores
Get it on, get it off
And get right to the core
A fresh hit of shit and you’re queuing for more
Marching metal scream dreams shadow sex sharp hooks
Cold teeth and razor love
Burn your books
Sad song satellites are screeching round the idols of man
Enfeebled failures busy forging final fix plans
Headlights, footlights, bright white flaws
Carrion consumers and media whores
Get it on, get it off
And get right to the core
A fresh hit of shit and you’re queuing for more
Shrink sponsored sirens
Polished PVC tongues
Playing Russian roulette with an unloaded gun
As the ripped sun devolves into sugar-cut dismay
And rotten fists stab up
And tear red diamonds from the day
Plush viral puppet hounds
Cattle cash schemes
Corroded logic loss clots
Feeding bland extremes
Battered faith asleep and cheapened on a black blood drip
Whilst you open up for Daddy and swallow every sip
Headlights, footlights, bright white flaws
Carrion consumers and media whores
Get it on, get it off
And get right to the core
A fresh hit of shit and you’re queuing for more