| Song | Systematic Death |
| Artist | Crass |
| Album | Penis Envy |
| 作词 : Crass | |
| System, system, system - death in life | |
| System, system, system - the surgeons knife | |
| System, system, system - hacking at the cord | |
| System, system, system - a child is born | |
| Poor little fucker, poor little kid | |
| Never asked for life, no she never did | |
| Poor little baby, poor little mite | |
| Crying out for food as her parents fight (x2) | |
| System, system, system - send him to school | |
| System, system, system - force him to crawl | |
| System, system, system - teach him how to cheat | |
| System, system, system - kick him off his feet | |
| Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad | |
| They'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad | |
| Poor little kiddy, poor little chap | |
| They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap | |
| Force feed his mind with their useless crap | |
| System, system, system - they'll teach her how to cook | |
| System, system, system - they'll teach her how to look | |
| System, system, system - they'll teach her all the tricks | |
| System, system, system - create another victim for theirgreasy pricks | |
| Poor little girly, poor little wench | |
| Another little object to prod and pinch | |
| Poor little sweety, poor little filly | |
| They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly | |
| Fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly | |
| System, system, system - he's grown to be a man | |
| System, system, system - | |
| He's been taught to fit the plan | |
| System, system, system - forty years of jobs | |
| System, system, system - | |
| Pushing little buttons,pulling little knobs | |
| Poor fucking worker, poor little serf | |
| Working like a mule for half of what he's worth | |
| Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent | |
| Working for the cash that he's already spent (x2) | |
| He'll selling his life, she's his loyal wife | |
| Timid as a mouse, she's got her little house | |
| He's got his little car and they share the cocktail bar | |
| She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals | |
| Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait | |
| But she doesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime | |
| He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day | |
| Cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts | |
| They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break | |
| Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford | |
| She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car | |
| They could buy a bungalow, with a | |
| Georgian door for show | |
| He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk | |
| He'd much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay | |
| He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead | |
| She's tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice | |
| System, system, system - deprived of any hope | |
| System, system, system - taught they couldn't cope | |
| System, system, system - slaves right from the start | |
| System, system, system - til death do them part | |
| Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair | |
| Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care | |
| Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks | |
| Victims of the system and its cruel jokes (x2) | |
| The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home | |
| They'd almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb. |
| zuò cí : Crass | |
| System, system, system death in life | |
| System, system, system the surgeons knife | |
| System, system, system hacking at the cord | |
| System, system, system a child is born | |
| Poor little fucker, poor little kid | |
| Never asked for life, no she never did | |
| Poor little baby, poor little mite | |
| Crying out for food as her parents fight x2 | |
| System, system, system send him to school | |
| System, system, system force him to crawl | |
| System, system, system teach him how to cheat | |
| System, system, system kick him off his feet | |
| Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad | |
| They' ll pat him if he' s good, beat him if he' s bad | |
| Poor little kiddy, poor little chap | |
| They' ll force feed his mind with their useless crap | |
| Force feed his mind with their useless crap | |
| System, system, system they' ll teach her how to cook | |
| System, system, system they' ll teach her how to look | |
| System, system, system they' ll teach her all the tricks | |
| System, system, system create another victim for theirgreasy pricks | |
| Poor little girly, poor little wench | |
| Another little object to prod and pinch | |
| Poor little sweety, poor little filly | |
| They' ll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly | |
| Fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly | |
| System, system, system he' s grown to be a man | |
| System, system, system | |
| He' s been taught to fit the plan | |
| System, system, system forty years of jobs | |
| System, system, system | |
| Pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs | |
| Poor fucking worker, poor little serf | |
| Working like a mule for half of what he' s worth | |
| Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent | |
| Working for the cash that he' s already spent x2 | |
| He' ll selling his life, she' s his loyal wife | |
| Timid as a mouse, she' s got her little house | |
| He' s got his little car and they share the cocktail bar | |
| She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals | |
| Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait | |
| But she doesn' t really mind cos he' s getting overtime | |
| He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day | |
| Cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts | |
| They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break | |
| Then they' d take a trip abroad, do all the things they can' t afford | |
| She' d really like to have a fur, he' d like a bigger car | |
| They could buy a bungalow, with a | |
| Georgian door for show | |
| He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn' t like to shirk | |
| He' d much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay | |
| He' s got a life of work ahead, there' s no rest for the dead | |
| She' s tried to make it nice, he' s said thankyou once or twice | |
| System, system, system deprived of any hope | |
| System, system, system taught they couldn' t cope | |
| System, system, system slaves right from the start | |
| System, system, system til death do them part | |
| Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair | |
| Had their lives stolen, but they didn' t really care | |
| Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks | |
| Victims of the system and its cruel jokes x2 | |
| The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home | |
| They' d almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb. |