Time Out - Crass

They’re using skateboards as spastic chairs

For the legless fuckers who fought your affairs

They’re moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile

Keep the bleeders early in rank and file

They’re giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap

Around the doggies' meat can full of fucking crap

They’re making little dollies, they tell you «it's a boy,»

Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy

They’re making plastic families, all neighbourly folk

So she can dress and wash them, what a fucking joke

Teaching Little Johnny to shoot a gun

«A terrific way», say father, «to get to know your son.»

Spare parts, body parts, I’m somebody

Ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy?

Signs in the food stores, advertising meat

Beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week

They’re telling you you like it, you’re saying that you do

They don’t have to force it and tell you how to chew

You swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak

Sitting there quietly up they creep

You think you’re fucking different, you think it’s you and them

If they asked you a question, you’d ask them when

You think you’re hard done by, but you just want the same

Chicken thighs, human thighs, it’s all the same old game

Well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime

Tight little egos asking for the time

Well I ain’t got it, you can sit in your pit

Middle class, working class, it’s all a load of shit

Middle class, working class, it’s all a load of shit

Middle class, working class, all a load of shit