Song | General Bacardi |
Artist | Crass |
Album | The Feeding of the 5000 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Crass | |
I've seen it all before, | |
Revolution at my back door, | |
Well whose to say it won't happen all again. | |
Cos the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. | |
They talk from the screen and T.V. tube. | |
They talk revolution like it's processed food. | |
They talk of anarchy from music hall stages, | |
Look for change in colour supplement pages. | |
They think that by talking from some distant tower, | |
That something might change in the structure of power. | |
They dream, they dream, never walk on the street. | |
They dream, they dream, never stand on their feet. | |
I've seen it all before, | |
Revolution at my back door, | |
Well whose to say it won't happen all again. | |
Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. | |
Alternative values were a ****ing con. | |
They never really meant it when they said "Get it on". | |
They really meant, "Mine, that's mine", can't you see? | |
They stamped on our heads so that they could be free. | |
They formed little groups, like rich mans ghettoes, | |
Tending their goats and organic tomatoes. | |
While the world was being ****ed by fascist regimes, | |
They talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams. | |
I've seen it all before, | |
Revolution at my back door, | |
Well whose to say it won't happen all again. | |
Cause the General's sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. |
zuo ci : Crass | |
I' ve seen it all before, | |
Revolution at my back door, | |
Well whose to say it won' t happen all again. | |
Cos the General' s sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. | |
They talk from the screen and T. V. tube. | |
They talk revolution like it' s processed food. | |
They talk of anarchy from music hall stages, | |
Look for change in colour supplement pages. | |
They think that by talking from some distant tower, | |
That something might change in the structure of power. | |
They dream, they dream, never walk on the street. | |
They dream, they dream, never stand on their feet. | |
I' ve seen it all before, | |
Revolution at my back door, | |
Well whose to say it won' t happen all again. | |
Cause the General' s sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. | |
Alternative values were a ing con. | |
They never really meant it when they said " Get it on". | |
They really meant, " Mine, that' s mine", can' t you see? | |
They stamped on our heads so that they could be free. | |
They formed little groups, like rich mans ghettoes, | |
Tending their goats and organic tomatoes. | |
While the world was being ed by fascist regimes, | |
They talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams. | |
I' ve seen it all before, | |
Revolution at my back door, | |
Well whose to say it won' t happen all again. | |
Cause the General' s sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. |
zuò cí : Crass | |
I' ve seen it all before, | |
Revolution at my back door, | |
Well whose to say it won' t happen all again. | |
Cos the General' s sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. | |
They talk from the screen and T. V. tube. | |
They talk revolution like it' s processed food. | |
They talk of anarchy from music hall stages, | |
Look for change in colour supplement pages. | |
They think that by talking from some distant tower, | |
That something might change in the structure of power. | |
They dream, they dream, never walk on the street. | |
They dream, they dream, never stand on their feet. | |
I' ve seen it all before, | |
Revolution at my back door, | |
Well whose to say it won' t happen all again. | |
Cause the General' s sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. | |
Alternative values were a ing con. | |
They never really meant it when they said " Get it on". | |
They really meant, " Mine, that' s mine", can' t you see? | |
They stamped on our heads so that they could be free. | |
They formed little groups, like rich mans ghettoes, | |
Tending their goats and organic tomatoes. | |
While the world was being ed by fascist regimes, | |
They talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams. | |
I' ve seen it all before, | |
Revolution at my back door, | |
Well whose to say it won' t happen all again. | |
Cause the General' s sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. |