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Текст песни crass - Don`t Tell Me You Care

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You shit-head slimy got it allsYou crap-eyed ghosts with greasy ballsYou wicked matron stabbing hard,Grabbing while the going`s goodAdministrators vicious smileDancing on the body pileSlipping your sly fingernailsImpaling flesh on battlefieldsThe decaying corpses help you upTo your position at the topYou shit-head slimy want it allsYou bind the baby as it crawlsAnd crush its head, the soft new scullBurst its brain and keep it dull.You own its mind, you murderous thiefGrind it down with bloodied teethAnd feed it up with national pride...Progress through self-sacrificeNot for themselves, but you, you scabYou raid the bodies of the deadYou shit-head slimy make it allsWith dead meat dripping as you walkDon`t talk of justice or respectYou shit soaked armchair moralist...What right is yours that others livesAre yours to smash and kill and bind?It`s your security that they bleed forYour definitions that they die forYou stack your dead heroes with no more thoughtThan some accountant at their workYou shit-head slimy got it allsCrap-eyes ghosts were maggots crawlTired old jerk-offs with your bodyguardsThose muscle-pimps with forty-fivesYou gutless automatic butchersBullet shitting dumbhead hookersIt`s your heartless failure they protectWhile you deny the shame of your neglectAll you can see is your brutal successAnd damn the dead and fear the messYou shit-head greedy have it allsYou cheat and lie and jargoniseThat your success is also oursThat what you take you take for usWhile your ambition scrapes the living dryAnd your solutions are archaic battlecriesYou dead meat eyesore death pushersLook elsewhere for your arselickers...The face that stares back from the mirrorReflects the reality of your horrorSo don`t tell me you care, shit-headYou betray the dead as you curse lifeEat you own shit leader of this nationPiss off to your Downing Street fortressLeave us out of your madnessBuy your own vaseline, grease your own arseShit in your own back yard, suck your own turds...THIS IS OUR WORLDWhen you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.It doesn`t get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,Maybe someone hears what you say, but you`re still on your own at night.You`ve got to make such a noise to understand the silence.Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can`t hear the silenceEven when it`s there - like the wind seen from the window,Seeing it, but not being touched by it.

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