Napalm Death - Farce And Fiction Lyrics
I chase my toilHammering a nail against the grain of factI keep on bouncing backMisinformation is passedLook left to the rightAlways fight or fightI painfully dissectWill never take as readYet fall back to earth as the wretchWhich suits them *****ing fineMister pessimism - a trait we'd all ratherMister pessimism - after this it comes so naturalReserving judgement wounds me time after timeExploitation becomes a daily grindTake a saccharine shot, not to humour these *****ersBut the scheming scum have all bases coveredWhich suits you *****ing fineFrom a catalogue of lies, there is scant protectionSo you see dependability is force and fictionWhich suits you *****ing fine