Crass - I Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick (1979) скачать видео бесплатно

1990's CD Reissue

LYRICS:

Chorus: Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see? Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see? They can fuck off, they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity, oh yeah, oh yeah, let me tell you, I've got it up here, see?

They tried to get me with a t.v. show, but I wouldn't have none of it, no, no, no. Standards and values on a black and white screen, sarah farah fawcett acting mean. She's got the lot, that's what they want you to think, but read between the lines, you'll see the missing link. She's just a fucking puppet in their indoctrination plan, "be like me girls, become a real man," live to the full, always act flash, don't use your brains when the body makes the splash.

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They tried to get me in the supermarket store, bought what I wanted, then they said "buy more." Mountains of crap that nobody really needs, gaily coloured wrappers to suit assorted greeds. They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think, read between the lines, you'll see the missing link. Buy this product pay for the crap, a quarter for the product, three quarters for the wrap. Be a happy family, like the people on the pack, pay up to the profit markers, you'll never look back.

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They tried to get me with their learning and their books, deep understanding and intelligent looks, but all of the time, they never saw me, they were just looking for what they wanted to see. They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think, read between the lines, you'll see the missing link. The books are easy backs for what they want to do to you, bind you up in slavery for the privileged few, they'll prove their lies with history, say "that's the way it always was, accept the shit and serfdom, be one of us."

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They tried to get me with religion and with christ, said I'd get to heaven if I acted real nice, but they were just preparing a crucifix for me, a life of quilt, of sin, of pain, of holy misery. They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think, read between the lines, you'll see the missing link. The bible's just a blue print of their morality scene, just another load of shit on how it's never been. They stand there in the pulpit, doling out their lies, offering forgiveness, then they talk of eyes for eyes.

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They try to get me, but I won't be got, they say I'm a misfit, I say I'm not, I never set out to prof it from another, those smarmy bastards would steal from their mother. They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think, read between the lines, you'll see the missing link. They plundered and slaughtered in the name of truth, acceptance of normality is what they want from you as proof, they think they've got the answers, but there's one thing that they miss, their cup which overfloweth, is just FULL UP OF PISS.

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