Lyrics Napalm Death

Napalm Death

(The Public Get) What the Public Doesn’t Want

Name your price for progress

Impoverished, settle the bill

Clear a path coming through

Clear a path coming through

Stylize, make it easy on the eye

Keep our distance

Too under formed to grace the sublime

Flatter to deceive

Building art house cosmetics

Like a mismatched prosthetic

Like a mismatched prosthetic

Spreads like wildfire

Burgeoning yuppie nirvana

Highbrow aesthetics

Decadents always crave more

[Incomprehensible]

Marvel at the sleek design

The wilting talk of curves and lines

A piece-de resistance

To banish my pig-ignorance

The public gets what the public doesn't want

What use is this to man or beast

It glosses over basic needs

The public gets what the public doesn't want

Access denied, we're utter philistines

Access denied, we're utter philistines

Caged in the exclusion zone

Pass away in sepia tones

The public gets what the public doesn't want

Access denied, accept we're cultural slime

Access denied, accept we're cultural slime

Access denied