Crass

They're using skateboards as spastic chairs
For the legless fuckers who fought your affairs
They're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile
Keep 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