Текст песни Napalm Death - Cure For The Common Complaint
Napalm Death - Cure For The Common Complaint слова песни
So drawn? I warm to the fire in their heartsThis ain`t romantic gesturingIt`s a hand to head the chargeTo the indifference of the preening, idle richSuch champions are cancerous, tumours in the gut of affluent blissWhy let these scab observers tag them trouble-makers?It`s naive? You`re on a leash.This is the cure for their common complaint [x2, second time scream]Ditch the gullibilityStrike `til the green runs drybring them to their kneesOr squander as they thriveReject the cure for their common complaint [x2, second time scream]On break,Agitate!Hoist those standards, arm in armWalk the walk and talk the talkAgitate! Agitate! Agitate!