r e c e n t . a - m u s e - m e n t s
s o n g :		General Bacardi
a r t i s t :		Crass
a l b u m :		The Feeding of the 5000
t r a c k s :		asylum do they owe us a living? end result they've got a bomb punk is dead reject of society general bacardi banned from the roxy g's song fight war, not wars women securicor sucks you pay angels what a shame so what well?...do they?
y e a r :		1978
b u y :		CDnow: Feeding of the 5000
l i n k :		Crass Page @ Southern Records
l i n k :		In Which Crass Voluntarily Blow Their Own
l i n k :		CDnow Crass Information
l y r i c s :		i've seen it all before, revoltion at my back door, well who's to say it won't happen all again. the generals sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. they talk from the screen and t.v. tube they talk revolution like it's processed food. they talk anarchy from music hall stages, look for change in colour supplement pages. they think that by taking some distant tower, that something might change in the structure of power. they dream, they dream, never walk on the street. they dream, they dream, never stand on their feet. i've seen it all before, revoltion at my back door, well whose to say it won't happen all again. the generals sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain. alternative values were a con, a fucking con. they never really meant it when they said "get it on." they really meant "mine, that's mine," can't you see? they stamped on our heads so that they could be free. they formed little groups, like rich man's ghettoes, tending their goats and organic tomatoes. while the world was being fucked by fascist regimes, they talked of windmills and psychedelic dreams. i've seen it all before, revoltion at my back door, well who's to say it won't happen all again. the generals sip bacardi, while the privates feel the pain.