Представляем точный текст композиции "Big Man, Big M.a.n." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crass . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Big Man, Big M.a.n.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Crass передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Crass - "Big Man, Big M.a.n."
Lyrics to Big Man, Big M.a.n. : Theyre 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. Its great if you can do it, it doesnt take a lot, Just means you must destroy what sensitivity youve got. Well, thats an easy bargain for the things youre 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. Theres lots of worthwhile jobs for the lad who wants to know, Lorry drivings fun, youre 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 theyre there just to be had. It offers quite a range for aggression and for spite, To take out your frustrations in a justifiable light. Its 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 youve fucked them good and proper, tell them theyre just dirt. Cos man is spelt big M.A.N. its the letters of the law. Man is spelt big M.A.N. thats who the law is for. You see theres lots of chances in this land of hope and glory, Try and make your own rules, thats a different story. If youre a man, youd better act like one, Develope your muscles, use your prick like a gun. Fuck anything that moves, but never pay the price, Steal, fuck, slaughter, thats 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, its 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. [ Big Man, Big M.a.n. Lyrics ]
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