How Does it Feel (To Be the Mother of a Thousand Dead)

the Black Cats celebrate Crass with a cover version of How Does it Feel (To Be the Mother of a Thousand Dead)

Lyrics:Crass

Composer:Crass



Released in the wake of the Falklands War, ‘How Does it Feel’ charged the prime minister Margaret Thatcher with cynically escalating a conflict with Argentina to reassert her authority and distract from the problems her policies engendered at home. The lyrics are spat directly at Thatcher, with the dead and injured mourned as collateral damage in a quest to reinstate national pride.

The Black cats salute the example, integrity and the no compromise legacy of Crass!

LYRICS

HOW DOES IT FEEL (TO BE THE MOTHER OF A THOUSAND DEAD)?

How does it feel?!

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?

Young boys rest now

Cold graves in cold earth

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?


Young boys rest now

Cold graves in cold earth

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?


Sunken eyes lost now

Empty sockets in futile death


Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life

Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice

Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood

Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had

You smile in the face of the death cause you are so proud and vain

Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain

That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered

It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered


You never wanted peace or solution

From the start you lusted after war and destruction

Your blood soaked reason ruled out other choices

Your mockery gagged more moderate voices

So keen to play your bloody part

So impatient that your war be fought

Iron Lady with your stone heart


So eager that the lesson be taught

That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered

It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered


How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?


Young boys rest now

Cold graves in cold earth

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?

Sunken eyes lost now

Empty sockets in futile death


Throughout our history you and your kind

Have stolen the young bodies of the living

To be twisted and torn in filthy war

What right have you to defile those birth?!

What right have you to devour that flesh?!

What right to spit on hope with the gory madness

That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered

It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered


How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?


Young boys rest now

Cold graves in cold earth

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?

Sunken eyes lost now

Empty sockets in futile death


You accuse us of disrespect for the dead

But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride

Just how much did you care?! What respect did you have

As you sent those bodies to their communal grave?!

You buried them rough handed, they'd given you their all

That once living flesh defiled in the hell

That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered

It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered



You use those deaths to achieve your ends still

Using the corpses as a moral blackmail

You say "Think of what those young men gave"

As you try to bind us in your living death

Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silent

In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence

That you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered

It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered


How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?

Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?


1-2-3-4, we don't want your fucking war!

1-2-3-4, we don't want your fucking war!

1-2-3-4, we don't want your fucking war!


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