Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sentiment, artist - Crass. Date of issue: 15.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sentiment |
| Last vision the lark is flame |
| The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen |
| The gentle eye, the dispensable perfection |
| Before the flash takes two weeks food |
| Pile the sacks of earth and hide |
| All of us here know it, we grew it |
| Fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire |
| A little blood on the floor |
| Locks and bars across the door |
| Well versed in violation |
| Our children beat each other in the garden |
| Our failure to accept the earth, we talk of love but push it to the edge |
| Push it to the edge |
| This is no natural aggression composing death |
| I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist |
| The perfect hand that turns against itself |
| The perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher’s blade |
| Or leads to death |
| Leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool |
| Or takes the forest with a single flame |
| Leaves the next an empty shell |
| Human kind condemns the hunting beast |
| Yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat |
| The military dream of blood |
| Their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men |
| Who work towards our bloody end |
| They fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting… waiting |
| Give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing |
| Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire |
| Three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass |