you will never change me said the skinhead to the world
and now mister lonsdale fashion is walking with his girl
nowadays he's got a job, he works from nine to five
his most important question is: how can i make her mine
it's no use, don't resist
the bells toll for your ideas
it's no use, don't insist
cheap money for your ideas
once the skinhead had ideas; he could change everything
but now he is acting like a puppet on a string
respect the call of money; he does what money says
he has sold his old ideas; he wanted a new face
it's no use, don't resist
the bells toll for your ideas
it's no use, don't insist
cheap money for your ideas
a well respected citizen is what he has become
he thinks he did a smart thing but in fact he's very dumb
he's nothing but a number in a government's file
he's lost his own dignity, his common sense and style
you look at me as if i'm your friend
from your tutorial heights you descend
you know very well that i ain't smart
now you think you deserve a reward
sir i know the kind of teacher you are
i think your way of teaching is very bizar
you've taught me how to calculate
writing letters, to sit up straight
i'm very grateful for what you've done
but i don't like your kind of fun
sir i know the kind of teacher you are
i think your way of teaching is very bizar
you've always said i was a lovely boy
and teaching me was all time joy
but sir, i cannot understand
what you're doing with your hand
tomorrow i'll be twenty-one
tomorrow i shall be a man
i am still a boy today
the day before my birthday
tomorrow i shall get a present
tomorrow no more adolescent
i am still a child today
the day before my birthday
tomorrow i'll get maturity
tomorrow i'll find security
i am still a kid today
the day before my birthday
tomorrow i'll be wise and old
tomorrow i'll be grey or bald
i am still a child today
the day before my birthday
strange how a single day can change your life in such a way
zombies are trying to scratch my eyes
at the place where a dead man lies
garlick seems to have no use
do you have any clues
i'm scared to death percepting cries
for another sacrifice
is this true or just a dream
it's a nightmare a nightmare a crazy dream
dogs from hell are chasing me again
inquisitors tortured me again
praying seems to have no use
do you have any clues
it feels like they want to unscrew
my head to use it in a halloween stew
this can't be true, 't must be a dream
it's a nightare a nightmare a crazy dream
howling wolves nightmare nightmare
dancing ghosts nightmare nightmare
squealing witches nightmare nightmare
rotting corpses nightmare nightmare nightmare nightmare
spiders crawling on my back
scorpions on attack
waking up seems to have no use
do you have any clues
i run away to distant places
followed by nine million faces
it is true and not a dream
it's a nightmare a nightmare a crazy dream
city of universe
a pity in reverse
sitting in space
face after face
a single man ahead
a tribal king instead
glittering eyes
a generation dies
universe city
such a pity
this city's universal
life in a rehearsal
answers by torture
mindless creature
next year same voyage
few have got courage
where is pity
in universe city
"fuck the politically minded
here's something i want to say
about the state of the nation
the way it treats us today"
this is said by crass
the voice of england's punk
at first they weren't special
in the beginning they were drunk
crass has become a system
a government of its own
they're called god of punk
i don't think they have known
crass get a lot of fanmail
more popular than the queen
they're fucked by the system
punk is, again, a dream
distant friends
know it ends
the way it always does
a love like that
you've always had
can only fail because
around your fear you keep a shield
to protect your way of life
in the field, in the field
in the field of strange life
a friend so close
an overdose
has torn you apart
alone again
without a man
you've got a broken heart
try to find
one of your kind
then you won't need a shield
you should have known
you cannot own
someone dying in the field
the moon looked down on me
beams fell down on me
apollo found its way
a new place to stay
shields reflect on me
who depends on me
on a gloomy day
it's apollo trying to fly away
dream about the moon
a world without gloom
a cloud cried on me
raindrops fell down on me
apollow flew away
to a brand new day
a man looked down on me
a god leaning on me
i know what he would say
he said nothing, it's apollo's day
may the breath of nature help you to relax
the winds of leisure ease the pain in your back
you can blow again when you're into dope
and wave the green anchor of eternal hope
blow your troubles away
don't hide yourself in smoke of fear
blow your troubles away
when you take off from here
your worst dreams lit by flashing neon lights
feed the overwhelming creepy nights
all your troubles caused by those dreams
say that nothing is the way it seems
blow your troubles away
don't hide yourself in smoke of fear
blow your troubles away
when you take off from here
you try to escape from reality
but on your trip awaits insanity
may the merciful winds blow you back
if it is the breath that you lack
the local pub owns his purse
he realises things can't get worse
he wants to quit drinking
but then he thinks he's sinking
he's behaving so uncertain
he's feeling so depressed
no gin behind the curtain
his nightmares are the best
no more christmas turkeys for him
his are cold and killing him
he's lost every friend he had
they all think the guy is mad
he recalls his last d.t.
losing grip on reality
he can foresee the final day
the day his wife will go away
he's behaving so uncertain
he's feeling so depressed
no gin behind the curtain
his nightmares are the best
how could he ever have known
there were worse things than dying
he's drinking himself deeper down
to kill himself; at least he's trying
but he ain't gonna die right now
he's not ready for the end
can't stop drinking for a show
he just needs a helping hand