Pay For The Privilege Of Breathing — Napalm Death

Nothing comes to nothing When there's nothing there to give The powers want to strip you clean A charge for every breath

A price on skin that we walk in

They call this civil liberty

So-called champions for the poor Tax us against the wall Find it now or forfeit The chance to be in peace

A price on skin that we walk in A price on skin that we walk in

Grab thin air in one hand A pound of flesh from the other Crushing burden on the shoulders

An end to poverty? Only if you pay up first Meet the fee and keep your soul