| Song | Smother Love |
| Artist | Crass |
| Album | Penis Envy |
| 作词 : Crass | |
| The true romance is the ideal repression | |
| That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets | |
| That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops | |
| And the music spins you round and round looking for the props | |
| The silken robe, the perfect little ring | |
| Will give you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing | |
| Step outside into the street and staring from the wall | |
| Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small | |
| Romance, can you dance? | |
| D'you fit the right description? | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Do you want me for your own? | |
| Do you love me, say you need me | |
| So you know that | |
| I'm the one | |
| Tell me I'm your everything, let us build a home | |
| We can build a house for two, with little ones to follow | |
| The proof of our normality that justifies tomorrow | |
| Romance, romance | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Say you do | |
| We can leave the world behind and make it just for two | |
| Love don't make the world go round, it holds it right in place | |
| Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another face | |
| Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon | |
| Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon | |
| Love's another sterile gift, another shit condition | |
| That keeps us seeing just the one and others not existing | |
| Woman in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression | |
| She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression | |
| If we didn't have these codes for love, of tokens and positions | |
| We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions | |
| It's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and greed | |
| We can fight to life the cover if you want to sow a seed | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Do you? Do you? | |
| Don't you see they aim to smother | |
| The actual possibilities of seeing all the others? |
| zuò cí : Crass | |
| The true romance is the ideal repression | |
| That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets | |
| That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops | |
| And the music spins you round and round looking for the props | |
| The silken robe, the perfect little ring | |
| Will give you the illusion when it doesn' t mean a thing | |
| Step outside into the street and staring from the wall | |
| Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small | |
| Romance, can you dance? | |
| D' you fit the right description? | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Do you want me for your own? | |
| Do you love me, say you need me | |
| So you know that | |
| I' m the one | |
| Tell me I' m your everything, let us build a home | |
| We can build a house for two, with little ones to follow | |
| The proof of our normality that justifies tomorrow | |
| Romance, romance | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Say you do | |
| We can leave the world behind and make it just for two | |
| Love don' t make the world go round, it holds it right in place | |
| Keeps us thinking love' s too pure to see another face | |
| Love' s another skintrap, another social weapon | |
| Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon | |
| Love' s another sterile gift, another shit condition | |
| That keeps us seeing just the one and others not existing | |
| Woman in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression | |
| She' s sweet, defenceless, goldeneyed, a gift of gods repression | |
| If we didn' t have these codes for love, of tokens and positions | |
| We' d find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions | |
| It' s a natural, it' s a romance, without the power and greed | |
| We can fight to life the cover if you want to sow a seed | |
| Do you love me? | |
| Do you? Do you? | |
| Don' t you see they aim to smother | |
| The actual possibilities of seeing all the others? |