Текст песни crass - Chairman Of The Bored
crass - Chairman Of The Bored слова песни
Tiring moments, fucked up mindsEmpty faces, eyes that are blindFlick through the papers, car crash deathVacant pages offer no breathOf hope, future, possibilityTo those fucked up mindless people who haven`t got the eyesTo see that the pages of The Guardian or the pages of The SunAre just a load of fucking lies, are just a fucking conWhy do they feed us rubbish? Why do they feed us shit?Is this really what they think we want?Scrapings from the pit?Why don`t they give us something which isn`t just their liesTheir own particular angle from their own unseeing eyes?I`m the chairman of the bored, and I`m asking for some truthI`m the chairman of the bored, and I`m looking for some proofThat there`s something more than their fucked up gameThat their mindless lives and mine aren`t the sameI`m looking for something that I can call my ownWhich ain`t a Ford Cortina or a mortgage on a homeI`m the chairman of the bored, ad I`m asking for some truthI`m the chairman of the bored, and I`m looking for some proof