(Lyrics written by Crass, copyright/published/anarchy Existencil Music)
In the beginning, they said there was light, but there’s not much left of it now. We’re lost in the darkness, seeking sight and sound, and the answers to the what, to the where, or the how. We’re talking about freedom while we’re locked in a cell, dreaming of a world without war, forced to live on the boundaries of hell, just like nobody’s ever thought of peace before.
What’s the point of preaching peace? It’s something you don’t feel
What’s the point of talking love? You don’t think love is real
Where’s the hope in hopelessness? Where’s the truth in lies?
Don’t hold my hand if you can’t look me in the eyes
‘Cause in the beginning they said there was light but someone’s burnt out the fuse
and now we’re all lost in the eternal night, looking for another little 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, knocking their heads on the nail
What’s the point of talking freedom (if you 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 you ignore the things you feel)
CHORUS:
(You) Beg the question, (you) bend the truth
(You’re) Bailing out the basement when there’s holes in the roof
In the beginning, they said there was light but we never had the eyes to see
We didn’t bitch or put up a fight
We ran just like lemmings into the sea
No one really wants to get it together
It’s much easier to grab what you can
Everybody’s going in hell-for-leather
building little castles in the sand
Hypocrisy, delusion, lies, pretense, deceit
Think only of yourself (and the world’s at your feet)
I don’t believe the things you say (You make bullshit out of truth)
[«Do people have the governments that they deserve?»]
[«The temptation to tilt with the wind has been great, but I cannot do that. I will not do that.»
«Having said that, however, she tilted.»]
In the beginning, they said there was light but I’m tired of hearing their lies
I’m tired with deceit, gonna put up a fight
Gonna try to use my very own eyes
Gonna make my own decisions, gonna live my own life
They can keep their darkness and gloom
Hypocrisy, trickery, I’ve had enough
They can keep their restrictions and laws
and if they think different, I’ve got one thing to say [«Say what?»]
and if they think different, I’ve got one thing to say [«Say what?»]
and if they think different, I’ve got one thing to say [«Say what?»]:
Fuck off, cause I’ve heard it before.