Napalm Death

Napalm Death - Retching on the dirt songtekst

Je score:

I'm retching on the dirt, it's earthiness coating my throat.
I'm wincing on the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
I'm offered the warmth of a velvet glove, an iron fist to some.

I'm hounded by white - right might that wants the country pure.
I'm incensed by those in awe of "living amongst their own".

Selective perfection will cut their own throats!

I'm constantly forcing the point, but we're all retching on dirt,
and we'll choke if we don't spit it out!
Vind dit lied op:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Earache

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

Deel je mening

Dit formulier wordt beschermd door reCAPTCHA en de Google Privacy Policy en Servicevoorwaarden zijn daarbij van toepassing.

0 Reacties gevonden