Авторы музыки: Crass
Berkertex bride or Berkertex bribe? The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting To be owned, cherished, to be fucked for the naming The public are shocked by the state of society But as for you, you're a breath of purity Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes You can pack them away with the rest of your lies The painted mask of ugly perfection The ring on your finger, the sign of protection Is the rape on page 3, is the soldiers obsession How well you've been caught to support your oppression One god. One church. One husband. One wife. Sordid sequences in brilliant life Supports and props and punctuation To our flowing realities and realisations We're talking with words that have been used before To describe us as goddesses, mothers and whores To describe us as women, to describe us as men To set out the rules of the ludicrous game And it's played ver carefully, a delicate balance A masculine/feminine perfect alliance Does the winner take all? What love in your grasping? What vision is left and is anyone asking? What vision is left and is anyone asking? She's a berkertex bride. Bride. Bribe.