Cra** - Don't Tell Me You Care lyrics

You sh**-head slimy got it alls You crap-eyed ghosts with greasy balls You wicked matron stabbing hard, Grabbing while the going's good Administrators vicious smile Dancing on the body pile Slipping your sly fingernails Impaling flesh on battlefields The decaying corpses help you up To your position at the top You sh**-head slimy want it alls You bind the baby as it crawls And crush its head, the soft new scull Burst its brain and keep it dull. You own its mind, you murderous thief Grind it down with bloodied teeth And feed it up with national pride... Progress through self-sacrifice Not for themselves, but you, you scab You raid the bodies of the dead You sh**-head slimy make it alls With dead meat dripping as you walk Don't talk of justice or respect You sh** soaked armchair moralist... What right is yours that others lives Are yours to smash and k** and bind? It's your security that they bleed for Your definitions that they die for You stack your dead heroes with no more thought Than some accountant at their work You sh**-head slimy got it alls Crap-eyes ghosts were maggots crawl Tired old jerk-offs with your bodyguards Those muscle-pimps with forty-fives You gutless automatic butchers Bullet sh**ting dumbhead hookers It's your heartless failure they protect While you deny the shame of your neglect All you can see is your brutal success And damn the dead and fear the mess You sh**-head greedy have it alls You cheat and lie and jargonise That your success is also ours That what you take you take for us While your ambition scrapes the living dry And your solutions are archaic battlecries You dead meat eyesore d**h pushers Look elsewhere for your arselickers... The face that stares back from the mirror Reflects the reality of your horror So don't tell me you care, sh**-head You betray the dead as you curse life Eat you own sh** leader of this nation Piss off to your Downing Street fortress Leave us out of your madness Buy your own vaseline, grease your own arse sh** in your own back yard, s** your own turds... THIS IS OUR WORLD When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain, Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence. Screaming like a jacka**, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window, Seeing it, but not being touched by it.