Crass How Does it Feel? Lyrics:
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.
(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of
our birth were we aware of it. We never asked for
war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we
feel there was a need for it. We never asked for
war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood
were we conscious of its darkness.)
HOW DOES IT FEEL? How does it feel to be the
mother of a thousand death? Young boys rest now,
cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be
the mother of a thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost
now; empty sockets in futile death.
Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the
sacrifice. Your lies persuaded people to accept
the wasted blood, Your filthy pride cleansed you
of the doubt you should have had. You smile in the
face of the death cause you are so proud and vain,
Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created,
you ordered - It was your decision to have those
young boys slaughtered.
You never wanted peace or solution, From the start
you lusted after war and destruction. Your
blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices, Your
mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to
play your bloody part, so impatient that your war
be fought. Iron Lady with your stone heart so
eager that the lesson be taught That you
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/dCy ]inflicted, you determines, you created, you
ordered - It was your decision to have those young
boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand
death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold
earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a
thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty
sockets in futile death.
Throughout our history you and your kind Have
stolen the young bodies of the living To be
twisted and torn in filthy war. What right have
you to defile those birth? What right have you to
devour that flesh? What right to spit on hope with
the gory madness That you inflicted, you
determines, you created, you ordered - It was your
decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand
death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold
earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a
thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty
sockets in futile death.
You accuse us of disrespect for the dead, But it
was you who slaughtered out of national pride.
Just how much did you care? What respect did you
have As you sent those bodies to their communal
grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given
you their all, That once living flesh defiled in
the hell That you inflicted, you determines, you
created, you ordered - It was your decision to
have those young boys slaughtered.
You use those deaths to achieve your ends still,
Using the corpses as a moral blackmail. You say
"Think of what those young men gave" As
you try to bind us in your living death, Yet we do
think of them, ice cold and silence In the snow
covered moorlands, stopped by the violence That
you inflicted, you determines, you created, you
ordered - It was your decision to have those young
boys slaughtered.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand
death? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold
earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a
thousand death?
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war! 1
- 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war! 1 -
2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your fucking war! 1 - 2
- 3 - 4 You can stop your fucking war!
Lyrics: How Does it Feel?, Crass [end] 