Can't Play, Won't Pay — Napalm Death

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