CRASS - from the album Station Of The Crass
Out of the chaos we divide,
Fucked up, muddled up, looking for a side.
Stay on the outside, don't go in,
Don't think that you can do it, if you sell out they win.
It's not like that the changes are made,
Give in to them, your chances are delayed.
You'll feed with your energies the things that you hate,
Diluting your strength each time they say yes.
Their hands are big, they've got big hands,
Big hands, big hands, big hands, big hands,
Big hands, big hands, big hands, big hands,
Big hands, big hands, big hands, big hands,
Big hands, big hands, big hands, big hands.
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