The Crack Up - Sex Gang Children

The time is here for the exile of all our sons

Who believe us when we say that we love you

But we must leave you

For there’s a time and a place to die

The boy called roy up against the wall

Body was naked, shaking arms in despair

All they gave him was the hole in his head

For there’s a time and a place to die

There’s a time and a place to die

Shame on the person who told you welcome here

This is the crack-up

Behold the man who is prisoner to his obsessions of fear

You’ll reach your climax

When you begin the annihilation of a culture

For there’s a time and a place to die

There’s a time and a place to die

Muscle on your arm!

They’re burning the houses looking for meat

This is the crack-up

Feeding catfood to the millions

Starving, marching, down in the street

This is the crack-up

This is the crack-up

This is the crack-up

Muscle on your arm!