Sentiment Lyrics - Singles - Crass

Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden 

Last vision the lark is flame 

The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen 

The gentle eye, the dispensable perfection 

Before the flash takes two weeks food 

Pile the sacks of earth and hide 

All of us here know it, we grew it 

Fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire 

A little blood on the floor 

Locks and bars across the door 

Well versed in violation 

Our children beat each other in the garden 

Our failure to accept the earth, we talk of love but push it to the edge 

Push it to the edge 

This is no natural aggression composing death 

I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist 

The perfect hand that turns against itself 

The perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher's blade 

Or leads to death 

Leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool 

Or takes the forest with a single flame 

Leaves the next an empty shell 

Human kind condemns the hunting beast 

Yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat 

The military dream of blood 

Their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men 

Who work towards our bloody end 

They fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting...waiting 

Give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing 

Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire 

Three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass