They're telling you to do it,
Grow up and tow the line,
They tell you if you do it,
Everything  will turn out fine.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life,
God,  queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a  wonderful life,
God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.
It's  great if you can do it, it doesn't take a lot,
Just means you must destroy  what sensitivity you've got.
Well, that's an easy bargain for the things  you're going to get,
You can treat the wife like shit, own a car, a telly  set.
Slip off in the evenings for a little on the sly,
And if the wife  complains, fuck her first, then black her eye.
There's lots of worthwhile  jobs for the lad who wants to know,
Lorry driving's fun, you're always on  the go.
One hand on the wheel, the other up some cunt,
Or jerking off to  Penthouse with with motorway up front.
The police force offers chances for a  bright intelligent lad,
To interfere with anyone cos they're there just to  be had.
It offers quite a range for aggression and for spite,
To take  out your frustrations in a justifiable light.
It's a mans' life in the army,  good pay and lots of fun,
You can stab them with your bayonet, fuck them  with your gun.
Look smart in your uniform, that always pulls the skirt,
Then when you've fucked them good and proper, tell them they're just dirt.
Cos man is spelt big M.A.N. it's the letters of the law.
Man is  spelt big M.A.N. that's who the law is for.
You see there's lots of  chances in this land of hope and glory,
Try and make your own rules, that's  a different story.
If you're a man, you'd better act like one,
Develope  your muscles, use your prick like a gun.
Fuck anything that moves, but never  pay the price,
Steal, fuck, slaughter, that's their advice.
Are you man  enough? Ask the posters on the walls,
Have you got what it takes? Guts and  balls?
Keep your myth of manhood, it's been going on too long,
A history  of slaughter is the proof that it is wrong.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man,  big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big  man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, big  M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, J.O.K.E.
Big man, what a fucking  joke.
  Among celebrities caught sporting Crass t-shirt, probably cost hundreds of dollars. Drummer Penny Rimbaud once told in an interview that he wrote to David Beckham who had been sporting a diamond studded Crass t-shirts, asking for a donation for the Dial House commune which in the middle of money crisis. Rest asured, he got no reply.

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