Napalm Death - Farce and Fiction | Текст песни

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• Napalm Death
• Farce and Fiction

I chase my toil
Hammering a nail against the grain of fact
I keep on bouncing back
Misinformation is passed

Look left to the right, always fight or fight
I painfully dissect, will never take as read
Yet fall back to earth as the wretch
Which suits them fucking fine

Mister pessimism, a trait we'd all rather give up
Mister pessimism, after this it comes so natural

Reserving judgment wounds me time after time
Exploitation becomes a daily grind
Take a saccharine shot, not to humor the fuckers
But the scheming scum have all bases covered
Which suits you fucking fine

From a catalog of lies, there is scant protection
So you see dependability is farce and fiction
Which suits you fucking fine