Tired

(álbum: Stations Of The Crass - 1979)

What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?

I'm tired of adrenalin soaked fools,
Tired of idiots playing with the rules,
Know it's not a thing that a man would do,
But you get the same rush by jumping a bus queue.
Tired of bully boys looking for a fight,
I'm not a hard nut, so stuff it, right?
They really got you in a down trodden state,
Hopelessly, endlessly, heavily, totally straight.

What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want?

I'm tired of playing with vice,
Tired of hash heads trying to be nice.
Do you feel insulted when they pull out the dope?
Synthetic togetherness, token for a toke.
Do you get a buzz when you reminisce?
"Too much man, it was better than this,"
I don't want a relativity talk,
If that's the bus ride, I'd think I'd rather walk.

What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want?

I don't want it, you can take it back,
I don't want to face another attack,
Shits all running round looking for a crack,
Want another corpse to put on the stack?

What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want? What do you want?
WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT DO YOU WANT?