Asylum Songtext
von Crass

I am no feeble, Christ, not me
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body
Christ, forgive. Forgive?
Shit, fuck, I vomit for you, Jesu
Shit forgive
Down now from your cross
Down now from your papal heights
From that churlish suicide petulant child
Down from those pious heights, royal flag bearer, goat, billy
I vomit for you

Forgive? Shit he forgives
He hangs in crucified delight, nailed to the extent of his vision
His cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin
He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide visionary
Death reveller, rake, rapist, life fucker
Jesu, earthmover Christus, gravedigger


You dug the graves of Auschwitz
The soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin
Master, master of gore, enigma
You carry the standard of our oppression
Enola is your gaiety
The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight

The nails are your only trinity, hold them in your corpsey gracelessness
The image I have had to suffer
The cross is the virgin body of womanhood that you defile
You nail yourself to your own sin
Lame arse Jesus calls me sister
There are no words for my contempt

Every woman is a cross in his filthy theology
In his arrogant delight, He turns his back upon me in his fear
He dare not face me, fear fucker
Share nothing, you Christ, sterile, impotent, fuck love prophet of death
You are the ultimate pornography
In your cunt fear, cock fear, man fear, women fear, unfair
Warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare

Jesus died for his own sins, not mine