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Lirik Lagu Time Out - Crass

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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA

ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI

  • Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
  • bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
  • dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.

ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI

  • Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
  • klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.

ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR

  • Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
    Tanpamu tiada berarti
    Tak mampu lagi berdiri
    Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
    Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu
  • Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
  • Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.

TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI

  • Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
  • Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
They're using skateboards as spastic chairsFor the legless fuckers who fought your affairs,They're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smileKeep the bleeders early in rank and file.They're giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap,Around the doggies' meat can full of fucking crap.They're making little dollies, they tell you "it's a boy,"Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy.They're making plastic families, all neighbourly folk,So she can dress and wash them, what a fucking joke.
Teaching Little Johnny to shoot a gun,"A terrific way", say father, "to get to know your son."Spare parts, body parts, I'm somebody.Ever seen the legs and arms of some poor squaddy?Signs in the food stores, advertising meat,Beef blade, chuck roast, last you all the week.They're telling you you like it, you're saying that you do,They don't have to force it and tell you how to chew.You swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak,Sitting there quietly up they creep.You think you're fucking different, you think it's you and them,If they asked you a question, you'd ask them when.You think you're hard done by, but you just want the same,Chicken thighs, human thighs, it's all the same old game.Well, you made the choice, money, sex and crime,Tight little egos asking for the time.Well I ain't got it, you can sit in your pit,Middle class, working class, it's all a load of shit.Middle class, working class, it's all a load of shit.Middle class, working class, all a load of shit.