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Packed the car and filled the tank, now there ain’t no turning back
When the water’s getting rocky, turn to captain of the sea
Back to back to back

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

of direct contribution to it.

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The neo-fascist plunder our land
And we must resist them on every level.
As outsiders we have few right with which

I’m bar heavy your a weak levy 
I’m flooding ears heavy 
I’m King Jaffe 
you just a Semmi 
half way empty 
see I’m a full tank that safe in the bank

reserve thoughts like the federal bank
Too many phonies my radar rings when a mind stank
I'm out the box they're stuck suffocating inside
A great shark that

the ready aim
Headache of a suicide face-card
Heartache of the same
And raise roofs made of radar
Ate food pay Tuesday, I'm goose eggs Monday
Crusade fuel