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Napalm Death - Can't Play Won't Pay

tch Harris

Ten years
of all-sides sniping
fairness under fire

Ten long years
Rubbished objectives
Two-pronged shower of
bite

Dirt / is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But / around every corner
Hides a high roller

Suited
and heftity booted
So casual and concerned

Network
makes the acquaintance
dance to soulless tunes

Dirt / is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But / around every corner
Hides a high roller

Get this prick away from
me
Smash him and the
leeching clique

Fawning grin that pulls you
in
Golden windshake on the
take
Get this prick away from
me

(We're) enemies of the
music business
You corporate fuck !
Enemies of the music
business
Black sheep on the cust
Enemies of the music
business

Ten long years
Still didn't finish us
Much to their disdain

Ten long years
Regained the impetus

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