Sex Gang Children The Crack-up
The time is here for the exile of all our sons
Who believe us when we say that we love you
But we must leave you
For there's a time and a place to die
The boy called roy up against the wall
Body was naked, shaking arms in despair
All they gave him was the hole in his head
For there's a time and a place to die
There's a time and a place to die
Shame on the person who told you welcome here
This is the crack-up
Behold the man who is prisoner to his obsessions of fear
You'll reach your climax
When you begin the annihilation of a culture
For there's a time and a place to die
There's a time and a place to die
Muscle on your arm
They're burning the houses looking for meat
This is the crack-up
Feeding catfood to the millions
Starving, marching, down in the street
This is the crack-up
This is the crack-up
This is the crack-up
Muscle on your arm