Big Man, Big M.A.N.
    (专辑: Stations Of The Crass - 1979)
    
    They're telling you to do it,  Grow up and tow the 
line,  They tell you if you do it,  Everything will turn out fine.  Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a 
wonderful life,  God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.  Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a 
wonderful life,  God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife.  It's great if you can do it, it doesn't take a 
lot,  Just means you must destroy what sensitivity you've got.  Well, that's an easy bargain for the 
things you're going to get,  You can treat the 
wife like shit, own a 
car, a 
telly set.  Slip off in the 
evenings for a 
little on the 
sly,  And if the 
wife complains, fuck her first, then black her eye.  There's lots of worthwhile jobs for the 
lad who wants to know,  Lorry driving's fun, you're always on the 
go.  One hand on the 
wheel, the 
other up some cunt,  Or jerking off to Penthouse with with motorway up front.  The 
police force offers chances for a 
bright intelligent lad,  To interfere with anyone cos they're there just to be had.  It offers quite a 
range for aggression and for spite,  To take out your frustrations in a 
justifiable light.  It's a 
mans' life in the 
army, good pay and lots of fun,  You can stab them with your bayonet, fuck them with your gun.  Look smart in your uniform, that always pulls the 
skirt,  Then when you've fucked them good and proper, tell them they're just dirt.   Cos man is spelt big M.A.N. it's the 
letters of the 
law.  Man is spelt big M.A.N. that's who the 
law is for.   You see there's lots of chances in this land of hope and glory,  Try and make your own rules, that's a 
different story.  If you're a 
man, you'd better act like one,  Develop your muscles, use your prick like a 
gun.  Fuck anything that moves, but never pay the 
price,  Steal, fuck, slaughter, that's their advice.  Are you man enough? Ask the 
posters on the 
walls,  Have you got what it takes? Guts and balls?  Keep your myth of manhood, it's been going on too long,  A 
history of slaughter is the 
proof that it is wrong.   Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.  Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.  Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.  Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.  Big man, big M.A.N. Big man, big M.A.N.  Big man, J.O.K.E.  Big man, what a 
fucking joke.