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Subhumans
From The Cradle To The Grave
So I get up in the morning like most people do,
I look in the mirror and I think of you,
So I smash it to pieces and go downstairs.
I walk down the road and meet someone I knew,
It could've been god but I think it was you,
So I forget all about it, I don't really care.
I remenber the face, the place, the time,
I wrote you a song but it didn't rhyme,
But I don't wanna remember,
I just wanna forget.
An advert on telly for plastic goo,
The dummy's so real it could almost be you,
But it smiles all the time and it doesn't exist.
Crashed out in the gutter, covered in spew,
Last thing I remember is a picture of you,
But I smashed it last week when I was pissed.
I remenber the face, the place, the time,
I wrote you a song but it didn't rhyme,
But I don't wanna remember,
I just wanna forget.
You paint your leather jacket but it comes off in the rain
And the more you cut your hair, the more it grows again.
The badges you pin on yourself fall off or start to rust
And the more they take the piss, the less people you can trust.
It's the story of your life and the end of it's your death
And every word that's in-between is just a waste of breath.
You don't know who you might have been or who you now should be,
Or what you ought to write on walls or why you wanna be free,
And then you start to panic cos the inspiration's there
But you're not sure how to use it and anyway no-one seems to care.
It's the story of your life and the end of it's your death
And every word that's in-between is just a waste of breath.
You're the classic all-round failure who never seems to win,
You'd like to right a book but you're not sure how to begin.
It's the story of your life and the end of it's your death
And every word that's in-between is just a waste of breath.
It's the story of your life and the end of it's your death
And every word that's in-between is just a waste of breath.
We're going backwards,
Into the sin of self-neglect.
What do we stand for?
Its very easy to forget
The protest marches.
Is it the done thing to object?
So where's the freedom,
Your conscience hangs around your neck.
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where going crazy,
With paranoia fear and greed.
Accepting standards,
Believing what we hear and read.
And then we think we've
Sussed out a new reality.
But is this freedom
Just another hand from which we feed?
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
We're going nowhere,
In a vicious circles we gyrate.
The new sub-culture,
With clichés painted on their face.
We cannot see past,
The élitist barriers we create.
We reject the system,
But put another in its place.
So where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where's the freedom?
Where's your freedom?
Reality isn't easy to define,
Like turning water into wine.
It's a dream of fact based on fiction,
Everything you do has its restrictions.
Everyone has their own definition.
The records shops got plastic nutrition,
Cos music is the food of love.
But reality is waiting for a bus.
Anarchy sign on the bus-stop wall,
But it's very hard to relate the bus
To work, to keep in line
So who's gonna smash the state?
It's too easy to get cynical
And make the problem clinical,
But in which direction do you turn?
Do you preach or do you burn?
Pamphlets blowing in the breeze,
A mother on her weeping knees.
"Reality" is on the news at ten,
But the bus to work is late again.
Anarchy sign on the bus-stop wall,
But it's very hard to relate the bus
To work, to keep in line
So who's gonna smash the state?
So your reality is getting pissed,
Avoiding a world that shouldn't exist.
A world within your own sour mind,
Where everything can be re-defined.
"This is wrong", "I don't agree",
"I can't accept the reality".
"This is wrong", "I don't agree",
"I can't accept the reality".
"This is wrong", "I don't agree",
"I can't accept the reality".
"This is wrong", "I don't agree",
"I can't accept the reality".
So why base your life on simple trust?
Is reality waiting for a bus?
| O.K. let's start at the beginning
They swam around before anything else Then one day they decided And a few came out of the water Soon, well when I say "soon", I mean They evolved into various quadrupeds And about a trillion aeons later And built lots of bombs and council flats The moral of this tale, you see And if we progress much further We're starting to destroy our selves When food and sex and water When "sink or swim" is the choice you get You need support to keep you alive |
- when fishes roamed the sea,
- in ten million B-C. - to evolve into vertebrates - and got drunk to celebrate. - a coupla million years, - with legs and things and ears - they went all civilised - that reached into the skies. - we are descended from the fish - we'll put our life at risk. - with pollution war and greed, - is all we really need. - you cannot swim forever! - us fish must swim together! |
I don't think I am what I was before,
Cos I never watched anyone die before.
I wish I'd never left home.
I wish I'd left it alone.
Temptation is a disease,
You can never do as you please.
Your body takes over your mind, don't care,
Never think twice what might happen out there.
Go straight in for the ultimate sin
And nobody else ever seems to care.
So I took what I thought was mine
And waited for a very long time
And I thought I knew what happened to you
Cos you told me exactly what to do.
I did it right, stayed up all night,
I felt like killing myself for you.
I don't think I think like I did before,
I never watched anyone before.
I felt like I died as well.
The look, the words, the smell,
The way you looked at me
As if I'd never be free.
I remember the words like a favourite song
Cos I can't forget the way things went wrong.
Faked a picture of perfect health
Then I realised I was killing myself.
I don't think I am what I was before,
I never watched anyone die before.
I dream in slow motion and I wake up screaming, screaming, screaming, SCREAMING!
I saw the advert on my T.V. screen
Slimline girls and a tea machine
House wife proud of her shiny floor
As if that's what she was living for
The cat who had his teeth pulled out
That's what the public love no doubt
A cuddly gimmick to make you smile
That cat won't grin for a very long while.
I saw the advert on my T.V. screen
Slimline drinks and tetley tea
Exploit the accent of the flat-cap men
Like hell the north will rise again
The comradeship of drinking ale
The workers revolution failed
Too pissed on shit to notice it
Never mind wear it if it fits.
And I saw the advert on my T.V. screen
Slimline cars a real mean machine
It's cheaper than this, it's cheaper than that
It's ten thousand pound you twat
Do I get a free tart with every one?
Can I drive it off into the sun?
Has it got a big ashtray?
I'm hooked on forty fags a day.
You mustn't smoke, you musn't drink
You mustn't even try to think
Just stay dead the advert said
Eight out of ten people had no brains
Eight out of ten said they enjoyed it
The whole damn country died of boredom.
Well it's dark outside
And it's raining -- it's boring, it's raining, it's boring
And the atmosphere
Is like it always has been
Thought of revolution
How? and Why?
Just pass on by
Gloom and depression
Faked deprivation
"Well I got no money"
Are you depressive? or depressing? -- Obsessive? or obsessed? -- Someone? or no-one? -- Are you alive? or dead?
Do you take your ideas
From other people?
Surrounded by boredom
You get boring
And then you start to enjoy it
Take all the plugs out
And sit in darkness
It's dark in your head
You're not alive anymore
And it's raining, it's raining
Are you depressive? or depressing? -- Obsessive? or obsessed? -- Someone? or no-one? -- Are you alive? or dead?
They took you from your mother's womb and put you in a school
Told you how to run your life by following the rules
Told you not to pick your nose or disrespect the queen
Scrub your teeth three time a day keep your mind and body clean
Save up all your pocket money nothing is for free
And you'd better trust your parents cos there's no-one else you see
And when they send you off each day remember what you're told
"You may think you don't need teaching but you'll need it when you're old"
And if you're too intelligent they'll cut you down to size
They'll praise you til you're happy then they'll fill you full of lies
Cos intelligence is threatening and genius is sin
If you could ever see through them they know they'd never win
So they channel your ability into the right direction
If you're good enough and rich enough you can be a politician
On the other hand if you're too thick they'll tell you that you're lazy
They'll put you down and wind you up until it drives you crazy
They'll say you ought to learn a trade to help you in your life
Success is written in three parts a job a house a wife
They'll say that school prepares you for the awesome world outside
Well it certainly gives you bigotry and a patriotic pride
Racism sexism teacher to class
From school to work remain the same are you white and middle class?
You'll learn that bad men dress in black and good men dress in white
And pamphlet in the playground say that's right
And that girls were made for housework, boys were made to fight
And the naughty pictures on page 3 make everything alright
And so from school to the outside world these morals you will take
And unless you can reject them you'll have your mind at stake
They'll give you a decision when you get 18, too
The right to vote for someone else who says he cares for you
But the only thing he cares about is getting to the top
By conning you with empty words that promise you a lot
But the end result in slavery to a false set of ideals
You'll be tempted to believe them cos they'll seem so very real
The slavery of attitudes that make you keep in line
Subconsciously devoted to the morals of our time
And when you end up on the dole which you very likely will
They'll offer you a brand new trade learning how to kill
Why don't you join the army? Be a man and not a fool
There's someone else to think for you just like there was at school
They'll promise you absolution from the murders you'll commit
In the name of God and Country they can get away with it
They fill you full of orders and promise you rewards
Like busting up your family by sending you abroad
A holiday in Germany or Iceland or Hong Kong
Making money being useless well it seems it can't go wrong
But then it's off to northern Ireland where you'll practice what they preached
You'll shoot to keep yourself alive and kill to keep the peace
And then it won't be so much fun as you hear the wounded crying
Cos before they couldn't speak english, and you didn't know what they were saying
But when the children call you "Bastard!" It will make you think again
When you cannot tell the difference betweem animals and men
Animals don't wear uniforms but they kill as much as you
But the army kills for money and animals kill for food
It's the basest degradation in the name of what is right
Become something you never were and regret it til you die -- til you die
Cos your father will tell you "Sonny, you must do as you are told"
And you'll say the same thing to your kids when you're 32 years old
And unless you can react against the brainwash from the start
Your government will rule your mind and your mind will rule your heart
You'll conform to every social law and be the system's slave
From birth to school to work to death from the cradle to the grave
Subhumans.
Dick -- voice.
Bruce -- guitar.
Grant -- bass.
Trotsky -- drums.