Текст песни Napalm Death - Farce And Force
Napalm Death - Farce And Force слова песни
I chase my toilHammering a nail against the grain of factI keep on bouncing backMisinformation is passedLook left to the rightAlways fight or fightI painfully dissectWill never take as readYet fall back to earth as the wretchWhich suits them fucking fineMister pessimism - a trait we`d all ratherMister pessimism - after this it comes so naturalReserving judgement wounds me time after timeExploitation becomes a daily grindTake a saccharine shot, not to humour these fuckersBut the scheming scum have all bases coveredWhich suits you fucking fineFrom a catalogue of lies, there is scant protectionSo you see dependability is force and fictionWhich suits you fucking fine