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More beer, more beer
All I want is more beer
More beer, more beer
All I want is more beer, more beer

When I get home from work and I'm dyin' of thirst
All I want is more beer
I run into the kitchen and I tear off my shirt
All I want is more beer
Open up a six pack I'll be downin' it first
All I want is more beer
I can open up and finish faster than you
All I want is more beer
Gonna kill a case or maybe two
All I want is more beer
If there was no more beer then what would we do
All I want is more beer

More beer
More beer, more beer
All I want is more beer
More beer, more beer
All I want is more beer, more beer

All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer

All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer
All I want is more beer

And when I wake up in the morning
My mouth's all parched and dry, parched and dry
And I crawl to the refrigerator
And I peek inside
And I feel like somebody drove nails
Into my head and eyes
And I'm hoping and I'm praying
I hope there's one more beer

More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer
More beer, more beer

Songwriters
Lee Ving


FEAR - More Beer

Agent Orange - Too Young To Die

The Faceless : Autotheist Movement I: Create cover \m/

The Faceless : Autotheist Movement I: Create - HVDM

Reprise

Minor Threat - Salad Days

Minor Threat - In My Eyes[1]

Wasted Penguinz - Melancholia

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Wasted Penguinz - Melancholia

Subhumans-Work-Rest-Play-Die

South Park Mexicans (SPM) - O.G.(3)

performed by: Crass, from the album: Christ: The Album

~Beg Your Pardon? (1982)~

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

In the beginning they said there was light,
Well there ain't much left of it now.
We're lost in the darkness, searching sound and sight
Of an answer to the what, where or how.
We're talking 'bout freedom while we're locked in a cell,
Dreaming of a world without war,
Forced to live on the boundaries of hell
Like no-one's ever thought of peace before.
What's the point of preaching peace if it's something you don't feel?
What's the point of talking love if you think that love ain't real?
Where's the hope in hopelessness? Where's the truth in lies?
Don't try to hold my hand if you can't look me in the eyes.

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

In the beginning they said there was light
But somebody's burnt out the fuse.
And now we're all lost in eternal night
Looking for a candle to use.
Lots of little candles, isolated hope,
Frail little flames in the gale,
Lost little people who just can't cope,
Just knocking their heads on the nail.
What's the point of talking freedom if you just protect yourself?
What's the point of preaching sharing as you accumulate your wealth?
It's so easy to be giving if the things you give ain't real.
It's so easy to lie if your ignore the things you feel.

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

In the beginning they said there was light
But we never had the eyes to see.
But rather than struggling or putting up a fight
We ran like lemmings to the sea.
No-one really wants to get it all together,
It's easier to just grab what you can.
Everybody's going it, hell for leather,
Building little castles in the sand.
Hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretence, deceit,
Think only of yourself and the world's at your feet
I don't believe the things you say, you make bullshit of the truth.
The game you play's offensive and you life's the living proof.

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

Beg the question, bend the truth
Bail out the basement while there's holes in the roof

In the beginning they said there was light
But I'm tired of hearing their lies.
I'm tired of deceit, gonna put up a fight,
I'm going to use my own eyes.
Gonna make my decisions, live my own life,
They can keep their darkness and gloom.
Hypocrisy, trickery, I've had enough,
They can keep their destruction and doom.
I've only one life and I'll live it my way,
They can keep their restrictions and law.
And if they think different I'll have one thing to say...
"Fuck off cos I've heard it before

Beg Your Pardon?

Dag Nasty - Circles

From The Feeding of the Five Thousand released as part of the Crassical Collection, fully remixed and remastered.

08 Crass-Big A, Little A

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