Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time Out, artist - Crass.
Date of issue: 31.12.1978
Song language: English
Time Out |
They’re using skateboards as spastic chairs |
For the legless fuckers who fought your affairs |
They’re moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile |
Keep the bleeders early in rank and file |
They’re giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap |
Around the doggies' meat can full of fucking crap |
They’re making little dollies, they tell you «it's a boy,» |
Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy |
They’re making plastic families, all neighbourly folk |
So she can dress and wash them, what a fucking joke |
Teaching Little Johnny to shoot a gun |
«A terrific way», say father, «to get to know your son.» |
Spare parts, body parts, I’m somebody |
Ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy? |
Signs in the food stores, advertising meat |
Beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week |
They’re telling you you like it, you’re saying that you do |
They don’t have to force it and tell you how to chew |
You swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak |
Sitting there quietly up they creep |
You think you’re fucking different, you think it’s you and them |
If they asked you a question, you’d ask them when |
You think you’re hard done by, but you just want the same |
Chicken thighs, human thighs, it’s all the same old game |
Well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime |
Tight little egos asking for the time |
Well I ain’t got it, you can sit in your pit |
Middle class, working class, it’s all a load of shit |
Middle class, working class, it’s all a load of shit |
Middle class, working class, all a load of shit |