Crass - Don't Get Caught (1984) скачать видео бесплатно

1990's CD Reissue

LYRICS:

They won't fucking listen. We know our enemy

they're hiding underground. They want us to live

and die in the shit they leave around

What can we do? What can we say?

We're not dead yet; to show we're alive?

The government says'shove it'and

'don't get in the way'. But we're sliding

down corpses on a world nose-dive

People here cling tightly to their fear

and their fun, the dead are abroad, so our streets

are clean, even those who know, hide in Sounds

and Sun. What will it take to stop the machine?

It's only when we're serious and start to make

a fuss that the smug politicians show their

real face. It's the copper and the squaddy

who were once one of us, now trained to do the

dirty work and know their place

If they won't listen either, what can we do?

They're people. yes. but only people oppress

If we can't go round them, we'll have to go

through. If it rains and there's no shelter

we must work in the mess. They say they're only

trying to uphold the law and if they were off duty

we could talk some more. OK, they're individuals

but when they're in a mob, they're under orders

it's a dirty job. The plods are taught to go

for your neck or bust your nose running their

gauntlet. P.C. Punishment on the spot, take the

law into their own hands and fuck us lot

If we choose to leave the paths that we've been

taught, don't expect help, so don't get caught

They try so very hard to seem reasonable and

straight and asked you twice to co-operate

'You have every right to protest like anyone these

days, but keep to the footpath and out the fucking

way, see? The commie-anar-fems are at it again

annoying the police and the passive 'grass roots'

We're living in a country where the army shoots

People with courage dumped and stranded

Don'ts and won'ts look on empty-handed

If you fuck up the state, don't be a star, they're

stuck if they don't know who you are

If we choose to leave..........................

To stand up for the good of all and make demands

for peace will bring us hard and sharp against the

army and police. Well, they're the poor too, just

like us, maybe it's too late. The rich are in their

bunker, the poor are at the gate. Use our head to

avoid confrontation, our love to avoid exploitation

If the uniforms choose to stay, they'll have to

learn to get out the fucking way. If we choose to

leave the paths that we've been taught, we cease to

be the seeker, we become the sought.