Don't Tell Me You Care Lyrics - Crass

You shit-head slimy got it alls 

You crap-eyed ghosts with greasy balls 

You wicked matron stabbing hard, 

Grabbing while the going's good 

Administrators vicious smile 

Dancing on the body pile 

Slipping your sly fingernails 

Impaling flesh on battlefields 

The decaying corpses help you up 

To your position at the top 

You shit-head slimy want it alls 

You bind the baby as it crawls 

And crush its head, the soft new scull 

Burst its brain and keep it dull. 

You own its mind, you murderous thief 

Grind it down with bloodied teeth 

And feed it up with national pride... 

Progress through self-sacrifice 

Not for themselves, but you, you scab 

You raid the bodies of the dead 

You shit-head slimy make it alls 

With dead meat dripping as you walk 

Don't talk of justice or respect 

You shit soaked armchair moralist... 

What right is yours that others lives 

Are yours to smash and kill and bind? 

It's your security that they bleed for 

Your definitions that they die for 

You stack your dead heroes with no more thought 

Than some accountant at their work 

You shit-head slimy got it alls 

Crap-eyes ghosts were maggots crawl 

Tired old jerk-offs with your bodyguards 

Those muscle-pimps with forty-fives 

You gutless automatic butchers 

Bullet shitting dumbhead hookers 

It's your heartless failure they protect 

While you deny the shame of your neglect 

All you can see is your brutal success 

And damn the dead and fear the mess 

You shit-head greedy have it alls 

You cheat and lie and jargonise 

That your success is also ours 

That what you take you take for us 

While your ambition scrapes the living dry 

And your solutions are archaic battlecries 

You dead meat eyesore death pushers 

Look elsewhere for your arselickers... 

The face that stares back from the mirror 

Reflects the reality of your horror 

So don't tell me you care, shit-head 

You betray the dead as you curse life 

Eat you own shit leader of this nation 

Piss off to your Downing Street fortress 

Leave us out of your madness 

Buy your own vaseline, grease your own arse 

Shit in your own back yard, suck your own turds... 

THIS IS OUR WORLD 

When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, 

Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. 

It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain, 

Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. 

You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence. 

Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence 

Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window, 

Seeing it, but not being touched by it.