Deadhead Lyrics - Christ The Album - Crass

Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives 

Endless cars on endless roadways endless shopfronts with endless lies 

Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad 

Can't imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad 

It's all set up so you can't do it 

Not let up so you don't make it 

All arranged so you can't have it 

All enclosed so you won't take it 

Set in little pockets of isolation 

Separated by regulation 

Crushed for product in a rich man's passion 

Relative ration for the ration nation 

Tear a bit, smash a bit, cause a little pain 

That's a contribution then they build it up again 

Fool yourself thinking it's a holyheld belief 

When all the time it's just another light relief 

Oh boredom psychological stunt 

You never really feel it when you're up at the front 

It doesn't really matter where the hell it's going 

As long as everybody has the hot blood flowing.... 

Excitement and thrills, Will put off the ills 

Radical frills, docility pills 

New Wave, splash in the plan 

Real music by dildo dan 

Tired old discos, shame balam 

Soddern modern christ, futurists again 

Play the machine 

Crank up the dream 

We're just what we seem 

Know what I mean? 

But no-one can wipe out the last five years 

There's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs 

Marry me darling? Fuck off, creep! 

Tired and lonely, life on the cheap 

Didn't plan it, but now we're very happy 

Another poor fucker drowns in its nappy 

Bakunin and bollocks and fun and farts 

Hit the right fantasy and come up the charts 

Treat people like shit and that's what you get