Crass

They're telling you to do it
Grow up and toe the line
They tell you if you do it
Everything will turn out fine
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life
God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life
God, queen, country, colour telly, car and wife
It's great if you can do it, it doesn't take a lot
Just means you must destroy what sensitivity you've got
Well, that's an easy bargain for the things you're going to get
You can treat the wife like shit, own a car and telly set
Slip off in the evenings for a little on the sly
And if the wife complains, fuck her first, then black her eye
There's lots of worthwhile jobs for the lad who wants to know
Lorry driving's fun, you're always on the go
One hand on the wheel, the other up some cunt
Or jerking off to Penthouse with with motorway up front
The police force offers chances for a bright intelligent lad
To interfere with anyone cos they're there just to be had
It offers quite a range for aggression and for spite
To take out your frustrations in a justifiable light
It's a mans life in the army, good pay and lots of fun
You can stab them with your bayonet, fuck them with your gun
Look smart in your uniform, that always pulls the skirt
Then when you've fucked them good and proper
Tell them they're just dirt
Cos man is spelt big M.A.N. it's the letters of the law
Man is spelt big M.A.N. that's who the law is for
You see there's lots of chances in this land of hope and glory
Try and make your own rules, that's a different story
If you're a man, you'd better act like one
Develop your muscles, use your prick like a gun
Fuck anything that moves, but never pay the price
Steal, fuck, slaughter, that's their advice
Are you man enough? Ask the posters on the walls
Have you got what it takes? Guts and balls?
Keep your myth of manhood, it's been going on too long
A history of slaughter is the proof that it is wrong
Big man, big M.A.N., big man, big M.A.N., big wrong
Big man, big M.A.N., big man, big M.A.N.
Big man, J.O.K.E.