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Banned from the Roxy... okay
I never much liked playing there anyway
They said they only wanted well behaved boys
Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys?
Fuck them, I've chosen to make my stand,
Against what I feel is wrong with this land.
They just sit there on their overfed asses,
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes.

They keep their fucking power
’Cause their finger’s on the button,
They’ve got control and won’t let it be forgotten.
The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun
The proof of that is Belfast and that’s no fucking fun.

Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard,
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence.
Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred
And they've got the fucking nerve to call it defence.
Seems their defence is just the threat of strength
Protection for the privileged at any length.
The government protecting their profits from the poor,
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door.
Afraid that the people may ask for a little more that the shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get. The shit they get. The shit they get.

Defence, shit it's nothing less than war,
And no one but the government know what it's fucking for,
Oh yes they say it’s defence, they say it’s decency
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean?
The same fucking lies with depressing frequency,
They say “We had to do it to keep our lives clean.”
Well whose life? Whose fucking life?
Who the fuck are they talking to? Whose life? Whose fucking life?
I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you.

And their systems, Christ, they’re everywhere
School, army, church, the corporation deal
A fucked up reality based on fear
A fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real.
Well, they’re wrong, ain’t got me, I’d say they’re fucking wrong,
I ain’t quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song…

Banned from the Roxy, well okay
I never much liked playing there anyway.

GUNS
GUNS
GUNS
GUNS

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from Refeeding Syndrome: Ear Candle Productions Remixes Crass, released May 24, 2020

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The Crass Remix Project San Francisco, California

Crass were a punk band that existed from 1977 to 1984, taking the Sex Pistols' flippant ideas about anarchy and transforming it into an ethos that changed the conversation forever. We still have a lot to learn from them. The Crass Remix Project takes the first angry stirrings of Crass and views them through a fresh new lens. Ear Candle Productions now offers it to you for free. ... more

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