Asylum Chords by Crass

I am [Ab] no feeble Christ, not me.
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross above my body.
Christ, forgive, forgive.
I vomit for you, Jesu.
Shit, forgive.
Down now from your cross, down [G] now from your papal heights,
from that churlish suicide, petulant child.
Down [A] from those pious heights, royal flag-bearer, goat, billy.
[Em] I vomit for you, forgive.
Shit, he forgives.
[B] He hangs in crucified delight, [Am] nailed to the extent of his vision.
His [A] cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross, [E] suicide visionary, death reveler,
rape, rapist, life-sucker, [A] gazer, earth-mover, Christus, grave-digger.
You dug the pits of Auschwitz.
The soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin.
Master, master of war, enigma.
You carry the standard of our oppression.
Enola is your gaiety.
The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight.
The nails are the only trinity.
Hold them in your corpse, 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.
Lay march, Jesus, hold me, sister.
There are no words [B] for my contempt.
Every woman is a cross.
He spits theology in his arrogant delight.
He turns his back upon me in his fear.
You dare not face me, seer-plucker, share-nothing Christ.
Sterile, impotent, subtle as droplets of death.
You are the ultimate pornography in your country.
Cops there, man there, woman there, [E] unfair.
Warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
Jesus died for his own sins, not mine.