Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Tell Me You Care, artist - Crass. Date of issue: 01.10.2020
Song language: English
Don't Tell Me You Care |
| You shit-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 shit-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 shit-head slimy make it alls |
| With dead meat dripping as you walk |
| Don’t talk of justice or respect |
| You shit soaked armchair moralist… |
| What right is yours that others lives |
| Are yours to smash and kill 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 shit-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 shitting 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 shit-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 death 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, shit-head |
| You betray the dead as you curse life |
| Eat you own shit 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 |
| Shit in your own back yard, suck 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 jackass, 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 |