paroles de chanson Can't Play, Won't Play - Napalm Death

Ten years
Of all-sides sniping
Fairness under fire
Ten long years
Rubbished objectives
Two-pronged shower of bile
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
Get this prick away from me!
Smash him and the leeching clique
Fawning grin that pulls you in
Fawning grin that pulls you in
Golden handshake on the take
Golden handshake 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 cusp
Enemies of the music business
Ten years
Still didn't finish us
Much to their disdain
Ten long years
Regained the impetus
Thorns in the cash-whores′ side
Dirt/ is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But/ around every corner
Hides a high-roller