Lyrics Napalm Death

Napalm Death

Can’t Play, Won’t Pay

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 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, roller

Get this prick away from me

Smash him and the leeching clique

Feigning grin that pulls you in

Feigning grin that pulls you in

Golden hand shake on the take

Golden hand shake on the take

Get this prick away

Enemies of the music business

Corporate fuck

Enemies of the music business

Black sheep on the cusp

Enemies of the music business

Ten long years still didn't finish us

Ten 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, roller