Back "Captain Anarchy" A-N-A-R-C-H-Y... He says that for the punk rock scene he'd give his fucking life But he's only ever paid to see a show once maybe twice Instead he stands outside the halls and pan handles for beer Then sneaks into the hall to deface the bathroom mirror A-N-A-R-C-H-Y...his name is "Captain Anarchy," but only in his mind A-N-A-R-C-H-Y...so punk that he's a poser and he'll be one till he dies You never saw an anarchist with such perfect hair Or so many ten dollar spikes, or so much punk rock gear He said he used his welfare checks to buy his boots and plaids In reality it was all paid for by his mom and by his dad A-N-A-R-C-H-Y...his name is "Captain Anarchy," but only in his mind A-N-A-R-C-H-Y...he's anarchy incarnate but only in his (mind) You know he just can't see Oi! Oi! Oi! It's up to you and me * * * I don't want to be * * * Fighting, let's stride for...SOME UNITY!
"The Consumer's Song"
Don't trust them as far as you can throw them 'Cause as strong as you may be you won't be able to move them an inch But you don't have to believe me go ahead and be the corporate stooge that they trained you to be and... THEN YOU'LL SEE WHAT YOU GET FOR YOUR LOYALTY! They call it "down sizing" but that's just a backhanded saying For the phrase: "We're gonna screw you, till you're down on your knees... And you better not try to complain 'cause there's another Hundred stiffs like you, all who'd plead...I'D KISS YOUR ASS JUST FOR A CHANCE TO BE A WHORE TO YOUR COMPANY!!!" You see it every day, everywhere, on the t.v. screen Each time a different face or family, but it's always the same "We worked here all our lives, gave them everything we had and now they say they're gonna move the factory, to a third world country where the labor is cheap." But the fact my friend that you don't see Is the money you spend on the goods they make Supports their methods of abuse on the third world scene And in your very own backyard, yes your country So I won't be the consumer that they want me to be Because the goods I own, aren't going to set me free So I won't buy that crap, they want to sell me Because the goods I own, won't set anyone free
"This is NOT a Crass Song"
You're walking down the street in the middle of the day The sun is shinning brightly everything is quite ok But then you hear this song, it makes you stop and yell out, "HEY!" You might think that it is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG You might think that it is but I'm telling you it ain't! Although I will admit it sounds like something they might write It's a happy little ditty makes you stop and move you're feet You might think that this is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! Masterpieces don't usually get written in a minute But this one took just seconds or even less time to pen it But don't be too amazed, 'cause it's just got one verse and chantin' Your might think that this is... (read this line in your best Cockney accent) Ahh...right...it's not a crass song is it? The guitar riff is real savage and it ain't on all that on time The vocals are so Cockney that they may just blow your mind And it's got made up words like "icklee", "zicklee", "vin", and "plime" You might think that this is... NO! NO! THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! We like to play it in the morning like to play it in the night Do yourself a favor matey, sing it instead of starting fights After only just one verse I'm telling you you'll feel all right You might think that this is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! Play it when you're walking, walking down the street Play it when you're riding on your bike or on your feet Doesn't really matter 'cause it's really really neat You might think that this is... Ahhh... Sing it to your mommy, sing it to your dad Sing it to your new girl friend or the one you just had...