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Crass You Ll Ruin It For Everyone

, love and moral truth War in your bedroom, bodies in your fridge Domestic violence, the tomb you dig Rules for survival, rules that they wrote Thinking it's your freedom when it

just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame Steven Jones, you're napalm If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm? Patti Smith, you're napalm, your write

What do you want? What do you want? I don't want it, you can take it back I don't want to face another attack Shits all running round looking for a crack

demands Big hands etc.. They'll let you past a couple of times Big hands etc.. You think you're getting somewhere, you're fucking blind Big hands etc.. This structures stretches, it'll

head do you think they're holding it over? FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIRE. Chorus: They can't wait to use it They can't wait to use it

They sell us love as divinity When it's only a social obscenity Underneath they're all lovable Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello