Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mother Earth, artist - Crass.
Date of issue: 31.12.1978
Song language: English
Mother Earth |
Now that the sun have vowed is light |
And bid the world good night; |
To the soft bed my body I dispose, |
But where were shall my soul repose? |
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She’s the anti-mother, mommy is that you? |
She’s the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? |
It’s Myra Hindley on the cover, |
Your very own sweet anti-mother. |
There she is on the pages of The Star, |
Ain’t that just the place you wish you were? |
Let her rot in hell is what you said, |
Let her rot, let her starve, you’d see her dead. |
Let her out but don’t forget to tell you where she is, |
The chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn’t miss. |
Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave, |
You just can’t wait to piss on her grave. |
You pretend that you’re horrified, make out that you care, |
But really you wish that you had been there. |
You say you can’t bear the thought of what she did, |
But you’d do it to her, you’d see her dead. |
Tell me, what is the difference between her and you? |
You say that you would kill her, well, what else would you do? |
Don’t you see that violence has no end? |
Isn’t limited by rules? |
Don’t you see as angels preaching you’re nothing but the fools? |
Fools step in, where angels fear to tread, |
You see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead. |
She’s the anti-mother, mommy is that you? |
She’s the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? |
That single mug shot from the past |
Ensures your fantasy can last and last. |
It gives you the chance to air your hate |
Because she got there first, you were too late. |
Hindleys’crime was to do what others think, |
Took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink. |
Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love, |
Would tear that woman limb from limb, you’d never get enough. |
So you keep the story alive, |
So you can make yourselves believe, |
That you are so much better than her. |
But you aren’t, that’s YOUR GUILT laying there. |
She’s the anti-mother, mommy is that you? |
She’s the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? |
She’s the anti-mother, mommy is that you? |
She’s the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you? |
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