Napalm Death - Thrown Down A Rope lyrics

Someone wants me dead

from the neck and upwards.

Rope weaved by these hands,

box of my toils.

Coerced - dazed by a suckerpunch.

Reeling - believing that these are the dues.

Pitch back - throwback to a chastised youth.

No quarter - stifled under a stich-up hood.

To be made an example

will stauch my deviant flow.

Held a lever that only I can pull.

Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.

Bigots want my head

on a plate to sound-out.

Probing - exposing delicate core to full view.

Damning - programming etiquette to suit.

To dissect and reset

will staunch my deviant flow.

Held a lever that only I can pull.

Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.

Group constrictor.

Throttling a bond.

Call a cull to silence our loose tongues