Píseň: Beg Your Pardon
- Interpret:
- Crass
- Album:
- Christ - The Album
Beg the question, bend the truth Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof In the beginning they said there was light, Well there ain't much left of it now. We're lost in the darkness, searching sound and sight Of an answer to the what, where or how. We're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell, Dreaming of a world without war, Forced to live on the boundaries of hell Like no-one's ever thought of peace before. What's the point of preaching peace if it's something you don't feel? What's the point of talking love if you think that love ain't real? Where's the hope in hopelessness? Where's the truth in lies? Don't try to hold my hand if you can't look me in the eyes. Beg the question, bend the truth Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof In the beginning they said there was light But somebody's burnt out the fuse. And now we're all lost in eternal night Looking for a candle to use. Lots of little candles, isolated hope, Frail little flames in the gale, Lost little people who just can't cope, Just knocking their heads on the nail. What's the point of talking freedom if you just protect yourself? What's the point of preaching sharing as you accumulate your wealth? It's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real. It's so easy to lie if your ignore the things you feel. Beg the question, bend the truth Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof In the beginning they said there was light But we never had the eyes to see. But rather than struggling or putting up a fight We ran like lemmings to the sea. No-one really wants to get it all together, It's easier to just grab what you can. Everybody's going it, hell for leather, Building little castles in the sand. Hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretence, deceit, Think only of yourself and the world's at your feet I don't believe the things you say, you make bullshit of the truth. The game you play's offensive and you life's the living proof. Beg the question, bend the truth Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof Beg the question, bend the truth Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof In the beginning they said there was light But I'm tired of hearing their lies. I'm tired of deceit, gonna put up a fight, I'm going to use my own eyes. Gonna make my decisions, live my own life, They can keep their darkness and gloom. Hypocrisy, trickery, I've had enough, They can keep their destruction and doom. I've only one life and I'll live it my way, They can keep their restrictions and law. And if they think different I'll have one thing to say... Fuck off cos I've heard it before.
Christ - The Album (1982)
5. Beg Your Pardon
6. Birth Control 'n' Rock 'n' Roll
8. It's The Greatest Working Class Rip-Off
12. Rival Tribal Revel Rebel, pt. 2
14. Sentiment (White Feathers)
17. The Sound Of One Hand
21. Bata Motel Blues
23. Fold It In Half
24. Big Hands
25. Heart-Thorb Of The Mortuary
26. Bumhooler (2)
27. Big a Little a
28. First Woman
29. Arlington 73
30. Bomb Plus Bomb Tape
31. Contaminational Power
32. I Ain't Thick
33. G's Song
34. Securicor
35. I Can't Stand It
36. Shaved Women
37. A Part Of Life
38. Do They Owe Us a Living?
39. So What
40. Salt 'n' Pepper