Napalm Death - Can't Play, Won't Pay lyrics

Ten years

Of all-sides sniping

Fairness under fire

Ten long years

Rubbished objectives

Two-pronged shower of bile

Dirt, is now scrubbed

From our own doorstep

But, around every corner

Hides a high-roller

Suited

and heftily booted

So casual and concerned

Network

make 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

Fawning grin that pulls you in

Golden handshake on the take

Golden handshake 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 cusp

Enemies of the music business

Ten years

Still didn't finish us

Much to their disdain

Ten long years

Regained the impetus

Thorns in the cash-whores' side

Dirt/ is now scrubbed

From our own doorstep

But/ around every corner

Hides a high-roller