Crass (anglicky zabedněný) vznikli v roce 1977 na farmářském sídlu ze sedmnáctého století zvaném Dial House určeném jako základna kulturních, uměleckých a politických projektů od průkopnického jazzu až k pomoci založení hnutí nezávislých...

Píseň: It's The Greatest Working Class Rip-Off

Interpret:
Crass
Album:
Christ - The Album
Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi 
Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi 
Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi 
What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi 


Another threatening glance, another macho stance, 
Another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed, 
Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat, 
Another bottle waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear. 


Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi 
Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi 
Ain't it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi 
What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi 


Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing better to give? 
Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live? 
You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean? 
Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen? 
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before, 
Muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door. 
Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head, 
When you're just a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed. 
You're lost in your own self pity, you've bought the system's lie, 
They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie. 
Okay, so you're right about one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you, 
But what's the point of shitting on yourself, what's that gonna do? 
Working class hero beats up middle class twit, 
Media labels, system's shit. 
When it looks like the people could score a win, 
The system makes sure that the boot goes in. 


Yeah it's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi 
Just another fucking rip off, a fucking media ploy 
It's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi 
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi 


Punk attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed, 
But look at how it is right now, do you really think you're freed? 
Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate, 
Punk's got nothing to do with what you're trying to create. 
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You mindless fucking jerks! 
Can't you see you're talking about the way the system works? 
Throughout our bloody history force has been the game, 
The message that you offer is just the fucking same. 
You're puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance, 
That's right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say 
Give peace a chance 
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you killed it through and through, 
In your violent world of chaos, what you gonna do? 
Is Top of the Pops the way in which you show how much you care? 
You take off now to the U.S.A. and spread your message there? 
Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing, 
The only thing that'll ever change will be the song you sing, 
Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury penthouse flat 
You'll be looking down your nose and saying 
Punk, dear chap, what's that? 
You'll be the working class hero with your middle class dream, 
And the world will be the same as the world has always been. 
Punk's the people's music so you can stuff your ideas of class, 
That's just the way the system keep you sitting on your arse. 
Class, class, class, that's all you fucking hear, 
Middle class, working class, I don't fucking care. 


It's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi 
What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi 
It's the greatest human sell off, oi, oi, oi 
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi 


Punk's the peoples music and I don't care where they're from, 
Black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no right or wrong! 
We're all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good. 
You can stuff your false divisions cos together I know we could. 


Beat the system, beat its rule 
Ain't got no class, I ain't a fool 
Beat the system, beat its law 
Ain't got no religion cos I know there's more 
Beat the system, beat its game 
Ain't got no colour, we're all the same 
People, people, not colour, class or creed 
Don't destroy the people, destroy their power and their greed.
Profilový obrázek - Christ - The Album
Christ - The Album (1982)

1. Have a Nice Day

2. Mother Love

3. Nineteen Eighty Bore

4. I Know There Is Love

5. Beg Your Pardon

6. Birth Control 'n' Rock 'n' Roll

7. Reality Whitewash

8. It's The Greatest Working Class Rip-Off

9. Deadhead

10. You Can Be Who?

11. Buy Now Pay as You Go

12. Rival Tribal Revel Rebel, pt. 2

13. Bumhooler

14. Sentiment (White Feathers)

15. Major General Despair

16. Banned From The Roxy

17. The Sound Of One Hand

18. Punk Is Dead

19. Nagasaki Nightmare

20. Darling

21. Bata Motel Blues

22. Berkertex Bribe

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