Crass - Bumhooler (1982) скачать видео бесплатно

1990's CD Reissue

LYRICS:

The first nuclear bomb exceeded by a thousand times the explosive force of any weapon ever made before. Instead of one nuclear weapon there are over 50,000. More than a million times the explosive power of the Hiroshima bomb. Four tons of high explosive for each of the four thousand million men, women and children on this planet

I think it's money well spent and I can't see what's wrong with it

Those who are obedient will stay put, doubtless stiffened in their resolve by the knowledge that if they flee, no authority elsewhere will give them food or shelter.

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CHORUS: If they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it,

We know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it,

They got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it.

We had the early warning, we can sit and observe it.

Sliding down guidelines, cradle to the grave,

All the willing saviours see that we behave.

Everybody knows they're there, see them all around.

Lots of little people who'll put you in the ground.

Well, take a burning issue and stuff it up your arse.

They've fucked you with a furrowed brow, shitting broken glass,

Marching down the 'dilly to demonstrate again,

While the men who plan the holocaust are pissed out of their brain.

Brain of pasty people, who'll bomb it all to fuck,

You can be a victim or they'll let you try your luck,

Pass it on to others, ship it down the line,

Leave the world in ruins, you know we've got the time.

CHORUS

Cop-outs look for motives... Freudian analyst,

Come on, Mr Horror, what do you make of this?

Won't find many people without their rationale,

Any handy concept to hang upon the wall,

Soldier got his enemy,

Police have got the state,

Family have home sweet home,

SS got red tape.

MP's got his duty,

Priest has got his sin,

Everybody finds a hole,

To drop somebody in.

Seeking out wisdom in the ironies of life,

Weighting up subtleties, fiddling with the ties,

No-one else decides for you, whether to or not,

You make an easy target if you're running on the spot.

CHORUS

Someone's been training, flexing their muscles,

Getting in practice, irrelevant tussles,

Given a march, or a quiet Sunday demo,

They wait till the state put the finger on you.

Peeping through a frown, your humanity in rags,

Playing the loser till the sense of purpose sags,

They can deal with heroes, watch the bleeders run,

It's only your head keeps the target from the gun,

No-one else decides for you, whether to or not,

You make an easy target, if you're running on the spot...