Napalm Death

Napalm Death - Farce and fiction lyrics

Your rating:

I chase my toil
Hammering a nail against the grain of fact
I keep on bouncing back
Misinformation is passed
Look left to the right
Always fight or fight
I painfully dissect
Will never take as read
Yet fall back to earth as the wretch
Which suits them fucking fine
Mister pessimism - a trait we'd all rather
Mister pessimism - after this it comes so natural
Reserving judgement wounds me time after time
Exploitation becomes a daily grind
Take a saccharine shot, not to humour these fuckers
But the scheming scum have all bases covered
Which suits you fucking fine
From a catalogue of lies, there is scant protection
So you see dependability is force and fiction
Which suits you fucking fine
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: Barney Greenway, Jesse Pintado

Composer: ?

Publisher: Feto Records (2)

Details:

Released in: 2002

Language: English

Appearing on: Order of the Leech (2002)

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found