Crass - The Feeding Of The 5000 (1978)

Yes that's right, punk is dead
It's just another cheap product for the consumers head
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
Schoolboy sedition backed by big-time promoters

CBS promote the Clash
Ain't for revolution, it's just for cash
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
Ain't got a thing to do with you or me

Movements are systems and systems kill
Movements are expressions of the public will
Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost
Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost

Punk narcissism was a social napalm
Steve Jones started doing real harm
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
Sucked from the system that had given him his name

Well I'm tired of staring through shit-stained glass
Tired of staring up a superstar's arse
I've got an arse and crap and a name
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame

Steven Jones, you're napalm
If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm?
Patti Smith, you're napalm, you write with your hand
But it's Rimbaud's arm

And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle

I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear
The social elite with safety pins in their ear
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting

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Not for me the factory floor
Sweeping up from nine to four
Not for me the silly rat race
I don't see the point in anycase

People ask me why I say what I do
I say to them, "Well wouldn't you?"
If you were fucked up just like me
A reject of society

They say I dig a hole and jump right in
Well I don't give a shit about anything
I don't comply to their silly rules
All they are is hypocritical fools

You give us conscience money
Now you start to worry
The Frankenstein monster you created
Has turn against you now you're hated

They tell me I'm not what they'd like me to be
It's their fault, you can't blame me
They fucking tricked me half the time
Now they've got to stand in line

They don't like it when they see me have fun
They turn around and then they run
They don't listen to what I say
I'm a reject of society

You give us conscience money
Now you start to worry
The Frankenstein monster you created
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It doesn't take much to bring you down
There are plenty of people standing round
They wait till you slacken off just a bit
Then they fill you up with passive bullshit

It's too good
It can't last
What a shame

Watch out for the quiet ones at the back
All they want is the smallest crack
Everything's happening down the front
Innocent bystander you're the biggest runt

Fuck the punks
Punks are fucked
It's too loud
Awful row
They can't play
They'll give up
In the end
What a shame

Oh, what a shame!
Oh, what a shame!
It's still the same
That's what you think

Watch out for the quiet ones at the back
All they want is the smallest crack
Everything's happening down the front
Innocent bystander you're the biggest runt

We all now
It's so bad
But we say so
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