Napalm Death - Can’t PlayWon’t Pay lyrics

Mitch 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

Thorns in cash-whores side

Dirt / is now scrubbed

From our own doorstep

But / around every corner

Hides a high roller