Birth Control Lyrics - Singles - Crass

Industry on the mercenary bloodpath 

Military loves the gory warbath 

Economics shape the battle landscape 

All join together for the grand rape 

Moral intentions make a scapegoat 

Excuse the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat 

Praise the rotting minds above the club tie 

That sits in towers up in the blue sky 

Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth 

Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death 

Arms make profit from the crushed head 

Build the towers up on the ditch dead 

Betrayal forms the formal skyline 

Tinted windows catch the sunshine 

Such ice cold beauty makes the heart sink 

Five thousand miles away the dead stink 

And here the graveyard to insult them 

The city shines with laughing tombstones 

The profiteers, the warcry butchers 

Stir up the lust for legal slaughter 

The living dead who look up to them 

Who accept authority the kills them 

Work for the corporation making napalm 

Workers watch the burning children 

On T.V. as they eat their meat pie 

With refusal in their minds eye 

To see their own lives in that cold death 

Their state of wealth upon that lost breath 

In the official offices of deathplan 

Leaders of men work to betray man 

Stocks and shares declare the next war 

The torture starts behind the locked door 

Propaganda tops the big desk 

Compose an overture to fine death 

The hideous grey men of our nightmares 

Dim the colour, foul the clean air 

Their eyes forsake all that they dwell on 

Drag the lover from the loved ones 

Patriots progress is a backstep 

A cruel noose around a young neck 

They teach our children in the classroom 

To respect a madman on a rostrum 

To praise the the dirty works of battle 

Bring out the ribbon, balloon and rattle 

To dig their own graves in the cold earth 

So sad and pointless now to give birth